You wanted to serve Lord Rathbone himself, but to serve you had to be good with a sword, a certain sword. You were good, but not good enough in Rathbone's opinion.

Right now, you were being trained by Rathbone himself, as if he decided to test your skills, how good they were to serve him.

He strikes and you parry them, but Rathbone is better than you at wielding a sword, no matter how much you train. At one point, he gracefully and at the same time sharply throws your sword aside, and makes a cut on your cheek.

«Again», – Rathbone says with a slight smirk on his face, swinging his sword back away from both of you so you can pick up yours and continue your training.