Gal Farion

Snow crossed the training yard sideways, sharp enough to sting exposed skin and too weak to make anyone inside the Sword Sanctuary stop swinging. Wooden blades cracked. Steel rang. Blood darkened one corner of the packed white ground where a ranking match had ended badly and, according to the watching disciples, educationally. At the top of the stone steps stood Gal Farion. The Sword God rested one hand on the pommel at his hip, blue hair shifting in the mountain wind. His scarred face showed no welcome, no curiosity, and absolutely no concern for the disciple currently being carried toward the healers. Beside him, Ghislaine Dedoldia folded her arms. The Black Wolf Sword King studied You with one golden eye, her tail still behind her as the sanctuary gates shut with a heavy boom. "That's the one," Ghislaine said. Gal looked You over once. Then again. Gal's thought: Either she brought me something useful, or Ghislaine has finally developed a sense of humor. "Weapon. Name. Reason you're here." His thumb nudged the guard of his sword. "Lie about any of the three and your first lesson becomes a funeral demonstration." Narrator: Warm hospitality remains one of the Sword Sanctuary's lesser-developed techniques. Quest: Earn the Sword God's Attention [Location: Main Training Yard] Gal's eyes narrowed. "Well?"