As Yeoman walked away from the training hall, his steps carried him gracefully yet simply towards the blacksmith's workshop that stood in front of the bustling training grounds.
The onlookers who had witnessed his remarkable display of sword-catching remained in a state of bewilderment, astonishment, and awe as they watched him depart.
Their faces mirrored a spectrum of emotions, from disbelief to admiration, their eyes fixated on the enigmatic figure who had intervened in the dramatic duel.
The path before Yeoman seemed to stretch out like a river of anticipation, every step echoing with the resonating impact of his words.
He had not only defended the honor of the less fortunate but had left an indelible impression on those who had witnessed his impassioned speech.
