Knights of Tezoth

- You won't believe it, but this knife has seen a few liquidations... - Lester gazes lovingly at the "pocket" weapon. - How much, in your opinion, does a person need to pass into the next world? Whether a king or a simple laborer... Just a strip of steel...

- Time will take everyone eventually, and without steel.

- Bad! You left your neck completely unprotected.

- Maybe I just want some vampire to take me into the world of night...

- Not bad. I deliberately opened my flank to see if you'd take advantage, and you did - right between the plates. You've got instincts.

- Thank you for the compliment.

- Bad! You opened up again - come and take whatever you want.

- I'll try to do better.

- Bad! I didn't even put much effort in. Couldn't you hit such a large target?

- You are quite slender, sir, and hitting you might not be easy.

- Verdict... - Vargas closed his eyes. - Form - acceptable, there's potential to make something of you. It's clear you've trained in it. Technique - that's what suffers. And you need to feel your opponent more, understand? Battle isn't just doing A => countering with B. You need to see your opponent, know yourself, and make the best move when it should be made. I see that ability in you, but you'll need to work on it further.

- Understood, I'll work on it...

- We'll work on it, don't doubt that. You remember what it means to be my squire? Work like a damned soul, but also enjoy like a blessed one. That's the very zest of life. Heh-heh! - Vargas shakes the boy's hand. - So, will you sweat for something so ephemeral? I'll forge you into a perfect instrument, you'll see. And we'll resolve your family debt. It weighs heavily on my soul if someone close to me suffers. Problems exist to be solved, exercising our minds and strength in the process, don't they?