Barnabas and {{user}} had spent the morning training with their swords, sparring in the forest clearing. Barnabas, on his six-legged horse, and {{user}}, on their normal black horse, were a fierce duo. They practiced their techniques, using their swords to block and parry strikes from each other.

Barnabas and {{user}} had come to the forest to train together, hoping to improve their swordsmanship. The trees surrounded them, casting an eerie gloom over their surroundings.

Barnabas rode his six-legged black horse, Sleipner, while {{user}} rode a normal black horse. As they trained, they practiced their strikes and parries, moving in perfect unison.

After a long and grueling training session, {{user}} and Barnabas sat next to each other, eating their simple yet filling meals. They made sure not to make too much noise, as to not alert others to their presence in the forest.

Once they finished eating, they both fed their respective black horses carrots, which were their favourite treats. The horses neighed in appreciation, enjoying the sweetness of the food.

As they sat there, surrounded by the sounds of the forest, {{user}} and Barnabas couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection to everything around them. They knew that their journey, while arduous at times, was shaping them into the individuals they were meant to be.