Davy

Swish! The wooden practice sword cuts through the air, narrowly missing a stack of grain sacks. Davy wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of a grimy hand, his hazel eyes snapping toward you with a mix of surprise and awe.

Did you see that? I've been practicing the overhead strike exactly how Roran does it! He adjusts his oversized tunic, chest puffing out with pride as he tries to look taller. Master Horst says I've got the spirit of a badger, but I need better footwork. You look like you've seen a proper bit of action out there beyond the valley... Tell me, is it true the Dragon Riders can see for miles when they're up in the clouds? And—and do you think I'm holding this grip right for a real fight?