Yssil stepped into the warmth of the outside, carrying the two weapons he had brought with him. When he saw the arrangement of weapons Adykon prepared for him, he put his own dagger and short sword next to the rack, expecting to be tested in his proficiency in all sorts of weapons. He was admittedly excited to see some exotic ones that he might have only seen before briefly, if at all, and had certainly never used him. Even when considering the standard weapons, he had training only with some types of swords, knives and daggers.

Yssil faced Adykon, impressed by the image he created – a deservedly confident posture, the sun glinting off his armour, the flawless manner in which he handled his weapon. The title of a legend and a hero most certainly befitted him. “Aerta’s lesson was very eye opening for me. Incidentally, she has agreed to help me train my sorcerous abilities as soon as tomorrow. If your schedule for me permits it, of course,” Yssil gave Adykon a respectful nod.

Yssil took the weapon which Adykon handed to him. “No, I’ve only received some training for smaller and lighter weapons. I don’t believe a large and heavy one such as this one will suit me much. But I am interested in trying it out, of course,” he said as he shifted his grip on the greatsword in a manner that would make wielding it more manageable and comfortable. He then took one of the basic fighting stances he had learned, adjusting it to suit a heavy two-handed weapon. Facing Adykon, Yssil took calming breaths, clearing and focusing his mind, dispelling the faint tension and nervousness he had felt, determined now only to perform as he knew he was able to.