Elwin and the elders noticed a lot of movement from the norms. They looked like busy ants from the balcony of the Master Temple. A line of black moving in a certain direction, or a clump moving around in the same place.
"Just what are they doing?" Elwin asked, standing on the balcony.
"They seem to be training."
Elwin frowned. "Training with a sword? Are they mocking us? How does that count as training? All they do is swing their sword up and down over and over again."
"Elder Tasar, send your disciples to train these soldiers. We are the Nefarious Sword. Why didn't they ask for our help?"
"It might be because you talk too much, sect master."
"Shut up. Go down and train them too. I don't know why they train with swords, but they better do it properly."
