As the first rays of the sun gently touch the earth, Dorian stands alone in the peaceful, spacious backyard of the palace of Arwos, his face taut with determination as he repeatedly practices his sword techniques. The fluid and impressive moves he had witnessed King Tolis do during their fight with trolls now spring to his mind and he attempts to mimic every step.
As he finished his routine, a soft voice broke the tranquility of his moment.
"Excuse me," Princess Mila calls as she approaches, her flowing gown gently brushing against the grass, her bow in hand and quiver slung over her shoulder.
Dorian turns to face her, looking quite surprised.
"You are the ranger that came back with king Tolis and my sister, right?" Mila questions in a friendly tone.
"Yes I am." Dorian affirms observi
