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The young lord left the headmaster's office rather content despite the former's rather odd predisposition, for a man of his status at least, towards what Edward saw as less favorable fellows. 
As it was hours until dinner, or even luncheon, he decided to indulge in some exploration around the various halls of St-Eustache. The valet following silently behind him. 
While he did meet some other students, those didn't seem too inclined in conversation nor interesting for him to engage anyways. 
He passed by a strange scene involving a man sitting with a women while another one talked to both before the pair left the scene. A love triangle perhaps? or a jealous ex? No matter. 

Before long Blackmore found himself staring at a field lined with hedges and a series of earthen pits marked with white clay lines. Benches lined the more centrally located ones with the very largest ring surrounded by three-tiered benches capable of holding over a hundred spectators with standing room for much more. 

[color=00aeef]"A dueling stage..."[/color] muttered the man under his breath, he knew what it was of course, he even had a similar, albeit smaller, one back at the Blackmore estate for his practice with hired sword masters. 
Currently the field was empty with not even a single pairing around which was honestly a shame, he could not wait to see what abilities his "peers" would display. As the duel was considered the truest test of one's character distinguishing between the true upper class from the tasteless rabble. 

The day was still young, some exercise before lunch never hurts. 
Thus the man leapt into the central ring, manifesting an elegant rapier of ice before practicing some simple drills. Carving away at a target dummy of soft snow.