The Harvest Duel

@darian

The crack of practice swords rings across Thornehold's muddy yard as your first morning as squire begins. From the manor steps, Darian Thorne watches his eldest son circle you, both of you breathing hard, and his voice cuts through the autumn air: "Enough. You've both proved something. Now — what did you learn from each other?" He waits, arms folded, and the question is not rhetorical.