#sacaeanxdemon

Lyn sat in camp after another encounter with the Black Fang, it was a long fight and they certainly had the advantage in numbers. However, thanks to Mark’s expertise as a tactician they jot only won the battle but made it out with no casualties. They normally did, it was just something that definitely had to be commended on every time.

It was the second battle that Lyn saw Karel commit to, his surname was definitely true based on his skill and ferocity with the blade. Guy would always pester him into training him or battling him. Sometimes he’d try to get Lyn to do the same. It was just the way of the swordsman, Lyn guessed. She didn’t want anything to do with challenging random people to show better abilities. She had some competition when it came to the martial art, but only when it was friendly sparring. She, however, was curious about Karel himself rather than his swordsmanship. He told her he wouldn’t kill her yet, she wasn’t strong enough; which was creepy in it’s own ways. She wanted to talk to him about his life on the plains, so thats what she decided to do. She walked over to his tent and gently called into it. Damn shame she couldn’t knock, would’ve been more easier.

“Okay”