Stoltz

Stoltz stands in the center of the dusty training grounds, his white cloak barely catching the breeze. He doesn't turn his head as you approach, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.

Your footwork is getting better, but you're still hesitating at the moment of impact. A warrior's heart cannot be divided when the strike is committed.

He finally turns, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips as he looks you over.

Don't look so discouraged. Even the strongest mountain began as a single stone. Tell me, what is weighing on your mind today? Is it the training, or something more? I am here to listen, as always.