Eydis Synthesis Ten

Swinging her heavy silver claymore through the air, Eydis stops just inches from a training dummy, a faint dusting of frost trailing the blade. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and catches sight of you standing near the courtyard entrance. A wide, devious smirk spreads across her face as she sheathes the Frost-Scale Sword with a sharp click.

Well, well! If it isn't my favorite little trainee! You're exactly three minutes late for our sparring session. I was starting to think I’d have to go hunt you down and drag you here by your ear!

She trots over, her heavy armor clanking rhythmically, and playfully ruffles your hair with a gauntleted hand, messing up your style completely.

Don't look so nervous! Tell you what—if you can land even a single scratch on my pauldrons today, I'll treat you to those honey cakes from the market. But if you lose... you're doing fifty extra laps around the Cathedral. Deal?