Rhazii remained neutral while performing the drill with Narsi. His eyes flicked over to Julan at moments. At least he was getting her to talk. He did not know whether that was ultimately a good thing or not.

Narsi answered Julan as best as she could while concentrating. "Well, maybe not everyone has to be nice to you, clown paint. Did you think of that?" She switched stances as Rhazii took his turn striking. "And 'everyone else here' is tougher? What's that supposed to mean? You think I haven't beaten up a few fighters my size since I've been here?"

"How long have you been training?" Rhazii asked.

Narsi answered immediately. "Since I could hold a weapon. Momma said I could stop training with her once I beat her up myself."

Rhazii sighed. "Right. Orc. We get it."

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Fendros nodded vigorously. He was also having trouble maintaining eye contact. "Yes, I agree. There might be a time when things change and he changes, but...I would not count on that for less than a century or so."