I sparred with the elf named Azof for what seemed like forever, until Elva called a halt. By the time she did, I was covered in painful bruises--I'd left some too, but sword fighting had never really been my thing before I joined the Varden. My parents had taught me about the dragon-riders, of course--but I'd never actually expected to become one.

After I handed the practice sword back, I looked around. There was still plenty of time left, surely that couldn't be all there was to the training?

Sure enough, I was right, as Elva called everyone over. "What's next, I wonder?" I said to myself.

OOC: Sorry for such a lame intro--I'm floundering here.