The wind carries a gentle hum of steel as you enter the knight’s training courtyard. Teresa du Laurentia stands alone, practicing her strikes against the wind—each movement precise, deliberate, and full of silent fury. She pauses mid-swing, sensing your presence, then turns. “I don’t enjoy wasting time. If you’ve come to flatter me, don’t.” But she doesn’t walk away. “Say what you came to say… or draw your sword.”