While Bromadier and Fraya were speaking, an ears-dropping girl stood outside the kitchen window, leaning up against the wall and faintly listening in on the conversation being had. While she couldn't hear everything, she heard enough words from her father to make out what it was that he was saying. To put it lightly, she believed everything that he said to be mostly correct. The fact that Alyon was not really prepared for fighting, the idea that she hadn't faced enough danger in her life to overcome the fear of Fraya, and even the future challenges that both of them would have to face.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"I think I heard enough,"[/b][/color] Alyon quietly mumbled to herself. As much as she wanted to tell her father that he was wrong, the truth was that his wisdom and foresight was mostly correct. The leaned up off the wall and slowly walked back towards the barn that laid on the edge of the garden, entering and standing under the calm glow of the candles that she ignited prior when she first walked in there.

Resting upon a workbench was her sword and as she picked it up she could see a few small knicks in the edge from her fight with the unknown man. For her, this signalled a change in her life. A moment when she had to step out of that fantasy of finding treasure and move into the challenges of fighting a battle. She very well could have lost that fight, but was saved only by her quick moves in defence. Still, a sword should never show signs of weakness and Alyon picked up a honing stone and stroked the edges of the blade, slowly removing the damage.

For her, this process did mean a little more than cleaning up a sharp edge, but also meant that she was mentally preparing herself for her next confrontation. She had to be more aggressive, she had to be more assertive, she had to show the moves that she learned years earlier and apply them in a real situation, and having a blade in her hand that showed to both herself and her enemy the mistakes of her past would only bring back the memories of her failings.