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Faust grinned as he visually followed the line of the dagger burrowing into the dirt, its ardentium edge gleaming like a thousand diamond rings. He looked to Areka then, wondering if the young girl would recognize the priceless honor that had been awarded to her. Ardentium was of the stuff of legends, and the King of House D’Rinishad had apparently deemed her worthy enough to bestow the weapon to. It was a great privilege indeed.
He waited for Areka to examine the weapon, crossing his arms amusedly as he looked back to Serion. “Not much I’m afraid, milord,” Faust said with a light chuckle. “But she has heart no doubt. She won’t be defeated easily…” He theorized, and he nodded subtly to indicate his sincerity. Of course Areka wouldn’t stand even a hair of a chance against the formidable King, but Faust was confident that she would do everything within her power to stay on her feet –even if the result of which was not very long. But he knew that his Lord would not go all out on her as doing so would be counterproductive for her learning.
Thus the Prince of Har’oloth leaned against the base of a tree, smiling softly as he waited for the ‘lesson’ to begin, or rather, whatever format of teaching Serion had in store for her. There was no better teacher, Faust knew.
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