Hytorax Part 2

[Arat-Falathion]

Malagar had already spoken quite some time with a few of the others when he came before Glimdrell. They stood there for a while, considering eachother for some time, both realizing the age and experience in their bodies and mind.

"And what may your profession be?" Malagar said, breaking the silence. "I can handle the bow quite well." Glimdrell said. "But my true skills lie in the dagger." He produced his slender dagger, it was skillfully made, crafted in times long forgotten.

Malagar nodded. "You plan to battle man to man with such a short weapon?" the man said, quite uncertain that it would be a good idea. "I never needed a sword before, my strength is not sufficient."

Malagar smiled and nodded. "We may end up on an open field though, a place that won't give any shadows to lure in, only open battle. You would have five on your back before you could sneak up on the man before you!"

Glimdrell sighed. "Then perhaps I must say my farewell, perhaps my destiny is written to another road..."

"Have you ever tried to wield a lighter sword? Like a sabre? Those are light and well balanced, one-edged and slightly curved. You may want to consider such a weapon."

Glimdrell waited a moment to answer this. What if he agreed? How would he prove in war with a weapon he was totaly unfamiliar with? How could he prevail with such lack of skill on a battlefield, where enemies and friends would run around him from every direction?

Without even realizing his movement, Glimdrell nodded. Then he stammered slightly, unsure if he had made the right decision.

"I would need someone to show me a few moves and tactiacal strategies though." Glimdrell added. "Or else I would be dead before the first man stood before me!"