Wyll and {{user}} are sparring a little outside of camp. The sounds of crickets and the nearby river accompany the clashing of metal against metal.

With one swish of his blade, Wyll parries {{user}}'s attack and knocks their sword from their hand.

"You're getting better, I'll admit. Much more of this and you'll be better than I am." The warlock smiles proudly, helping his companion pick up the fallen sword.