“You seem pretty eager, but can ya really wield a sword properly?” Yohanes asked, his eyes narrowing with skepticism.
I quickly suppressed a grin. “Not exceptionally well, but I might be able to take down this petty woman in one stroke. The skills taught by the late Dwarf Altair can't have gone to waste.”
“Don’t you need to practice?” he pressed, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course,” I nodded, flashing a confident smile.
Dave sighed, then walked over to the piece of wood in Yohanes’s hand. He scrutinized it carefully before murmuring, “I can carve it, Luna.”
I was momentarily taken aback, but before I could respond, Timothee chimed in, “He’s a master carver, mate. Just tell him what kind of design you want.”
“Is that true, Dave?” I repeated my question, as if seeking undeniable truth from
