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— Candaeln —[/center]

The ill tempered knight eventually made his way down to breakfast. Even with food in front of him it appeared that maybe his foul mood extended beyond even his his physical pain. He ate slowly, as if in thought but by the time he finished his cup of tea had gone cold. Indrau spat out a curse and pulled his dagger, scratching a rune into the side of the mug. He pressed his thumb to it and closed his eyes for a second. After a moment steam began to rise from it once again.

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— Candaeln —[/center]

Salz had stopped to watch the mismatched duel. She took the bundle of staves and, even blunted as they were, easilly stuck them upright in the ground. Though she had never actually fought with a weapon other than her spear on the battlefield Indrau had insisted she learn to use a sword as well to better learn how to fight against it. He had been a harsh teacher.

This was a good thing to do. Even if the knights all sparred one on one it would halp little when they had to fight as a group. They had little practice and it showed. Were she not injured it might have been interesting to take on a similar challenge on one side or the other.

"Dame Radistirin fights with a grace I've rarely seen."