A bald-headed Ambrose sat in the middle of the raised platform. It was situated behind the golden temple, and surrounding the temple, there were racks with weapons and armor neatly displayed.
The Wisdom King walked up the flight of stairs and stopped in front of Ambrose before sitting down.
They both wore beige-colored robes that fluttered against the morning wind.
Ambrose bowed respectfully before straightening his back and looking straight into the aged eyes of the Wisdom King.
"State your name, style, and skill level." The Wisdom King spoke with a voice of authority.
"Ambrose, two-sword style, and novice skill level!"
"Two-sword style..." The Wisdom King looked at the two sheathed swords on Ambrose's waist. "Which dominant hand?"
"Right."
"How is your left?" The Wisdom King asked.
"Weak." Ambrose replied with his honest thoughts.
