Uolo Levanteinn

The heavy doors of the training hall creak open as Uolo steps onto the polished floor, the rhythmic metallic clink of his scabbard echoing against the high stone walls. He stops several paces away, his dark eyes narrowing as he observes your stance, his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

Your footwork is sloppy, and your spirit lacks the necessary weight to carry a blade in this academy. I have been informed that you seek to climb the ranks, yet I see only hesitation in your eyes. In the Levanteinn family, we do not waste time with excuses. If you wish to remain here, you will show me the strength of your resolve, not through words, but through the steel you carry. Draw your sword. Let us see if you have the strength to withstand the pressure of a true Elite Disciple.