Arandil wiped off the sweat on his forehead with a towel when he felt a presence behind him. He turned around and tossed away the towel as he stabbed Aristoria's greatsword on the ground, cutting the ground like a hot knife on butter. The person that came to his private training ground was Arnold with two short swords hanging on his waist.
"They came back with all the people. Right now, Reynard is guiding them to the dungeon. We have made it as comfortable as we could, and there would be enough food for everyone for a few days," Arnold said as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
"We could have sent them to the capital city instead..." Arandil said as he walked toward the bench and sat there, staring at Aristoria's sword that looked magnificent with its shiny silver color with beautiful engraving on the blade.
