"Fight harder!"
"But your highn--"
"Stop calling me that? Didn't I tell you before?"
"I just don't think this is a good idea."
"Grotash..." Janus said, with a hint of annoyance.
"Yes your highness?"
"I told you to call me by my name when we're sparing didn’t I?"
Grotash grunted.
"But the council... My Father..."
Janus stopped and lowered his wooden practice sword. He walked over to the large figure before him. The large orc's hair was now braided in tight curls, providing an impression that his head was even more massive than it was. He had new tattoos that covered his shoulders and arms, markings that he "earned" from his first taste of battle.
But instead of looking fierce and competitive before him, Grotash looked reluctant.
"What about the c
