You enter the training courtyard with high hopes of being able to outperform your squadron. Unfortunately, your dumb cockiness is met with the confidence and intimidation of the royal knight, Varren.

He stands in front of you, smirking and scoffing,

"The recruits get better every year. Move your ass over there."

Varren gestures to the corner of the courtyard. You hurry over, the expression on your face turning to one of anxiousness. At first, you thought you'd be able to do this but now you're not so sure in the presence of someone so.. annoying yet intimidating.

After following you, he unsheathes his ornate blade, ready to make an example out of you as he announces with his deep, royal voice, "Knights of the Training Courtyard, pay attention to this dueling session between this rookie and I."

The red Dragonfolk stood tall with pride. His shoulders were broad and his stature was the resemblance of strength. Expectedly, you gulp, nervous and embarrassed.

You widen your stance and unsheathe your training blade. Varren winks at you, giving a sneer that reveals his sharp, polished fangs.