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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Inn near Hyde Park
[color=DC143C]“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, 
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. 
I love only that which they defend.” 
– J. R. R. Tolkien[/color] 
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	Fyror let his words to Leon sink in while he went back to rummaging through his stuff for his sword sharpener.  It did not take him long to find it, and as soon as he had, he went back over to the bed to where he had laid his belt and sword. He unsheathed his katana from its scabbard and sat down on the edge bed before setting to work sharpening the sword. The otherwise quiet room was filled with the sound of the metal sword sliding across the sharpener. The sound combined with the repetitive movement of his hand was almost therapeutic to him. He could be left alone to his thoughts and yet all the while still accomplish a necessary task. However, the true irony was that though he enjoyed the act of sharpening his sword he loathed using it on people, for he knew firsthand the devastation and pain such a weapon could bring. In the end, with great power comes great responsibility. 

	After several minutes of relative silence, Leon cleared his throat, garnering Fyror’s attention. “So, what is your lady friend like?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Fyror let out a small sigh as he rolled his eyes at his brother. [i]Perhaps Leon had yet to completely outgrow his childishness.[/i] Nonetheless, Fyror stopped what he was doing to answer his brother’s “question.” 

	[color=DC143C]“Ms. Crane is different,”[/color] he replied.

	“Well, that’s obvious! She dresses like a man and wears feathers in her hair!” Leon laughed. 

	[color=DC143C]“That is not what I meant,”[/color] Fyror snapped. His intense glare and tone of voice quickly shut up Leon. Fyror’s gaze lessened in intensity once he was assured his brother would not make another insensitive comment. [color=DC143C]“What I meant was that Ms. Crane is not like any other woman I have met. She is kind, intelligent, and independent. She doesn’t let others’ opinions bother her or define who she is and how she lives her life. I find those qualities quite admirable. Her choice of attire does not give people an excuse to treat her as anything less than lady, just as my appearance should not give people a reason to slight me. For once, I have met a woman who does not view me as being inferior.”[/color]

	Leon looked like he was at a loss for words or perhaps he was just being more cautious with what he said after Fyror’s outburst. Before either could speak, they heard knock at the door to the floor his family was staying on. Fyror quickly got up, put his belt and sword back on, and went to answer the door. His mother and sister came out of their rooms just as he answered the door. He opened the door to find an inn worker standing there. “Sir Kildragon, a Colonel Theodore and fellow officers from Colchester Garrison have arrived,” the man stated. [i]Finally, father has arrived. He is not going to be happy when he hears what I have to tell him.[/i]