Darien walked up to the female warrior just as she lifted her war hammer to begin training.
His presence halted her swing.
The girl turned toward him with a brief spark in her eyes before lowering the massive weapon in front of her.
Her name was Rutha, one of the knights from the academy.
Darien could recognize her anywhere with her mighty stance, stern face, and that same ironclad war hammer she wielded like an extension of her arm.
Rutha had reached Rank 2 Apprentice. It seemed she'd been traveling the plains, leveling up.
She recognized "Jakob" swiftly as well.
Apparently, Jakob had left a clever impression back at the academy, so none of his peers could forget him that easily.
"You haven't been taking knighthood seriously, dear friend!" Rutha said once she noticed the current status of her fellow knight.
She couldn't help but wonder how he'd managed to be considered for the Honored Spire Guild at all.
