"Athena," Tycondrius approached the young Vanzano mistress. She still wore his Decanus breastplate, which remained in handsome condition. That was good. "I have something I wish to discuss with you."
"Aha... ha... H-hello, Sir Tycon," The blue-haired noblewoman had placed her hands behind her back, trying and failing to look as innocent as possible. "Craaaazy seeing you here."
Tycon narrowed his eyes...What was crazy about it? And why was the young lady hiding her hands? Hm.
He held out an open palm expectantly.
Athena sighed, resigned to her fate. With a listless expression, she placed the hilt of her rapier into Tycon's outstretched hand.
...Just the hilt. The sword's blade appeared to have shattered near its base.
Tycon took in a deep breath through his nostrils, covering his eyes with his opposite palm. Her clumsiness had broken wooden training weapons before... but one made from Tyrion steel? How unlucky was this girl?
