"And then, I struck the nearly steel hide of the flame boar dead on. It nearly burned my flesh to be so near, yet the blood flew like a burst grape from my sword strike!" An older man was moving his arms through the motion of an attack as several women sat on the edge of their seats in a large pavilion.
Master Bord was a decent story teller when he did not swear or act unbridled to Lind's ears. He was smiling widely out of sight as it would disrupt the servants from enjoying his story. It was not the first time Lind heard it but it always seemed to get bloodier as time passed.
Still, he was glad the Divine Sword Sect had sent Master Bord once more. It showed some sincerity but also a level of forthright connection he found refreshing. Bord was not a schemer in politics. With a sword he was a nightmare enemy, but in talks he was blunt and to the point.
