"You like it?"
The voice of Old man Duke cuts through the room, instantly capturing my attention. I startle slightly, my body tensing in surprise as I turn to face him. His presence commands respect, and I find myself looking up at him, taking in his white long-sleeved shirt and black pants, adorned with ropes around his neck.
"Ah, I am just admiring the sword," I say, sheepishly rubbing the back of my head.
A mischievous grin spreads across Old man Duke's face as he chuckles. "I have been watching you for a while, my boy. I know there is more to it than just admiration. And since I am getting on in years, don't you think it is time I pass this weapon on to my worthy heir?"
I let out a sigh, realizing he saw through my intentions. "I do admire the sword, but I think it would be more fitting if you gave it to Zamira. She is also participating in the tournament, and it would benefit her greatly."
