Lost Creek Hollow Buri

Unsurprising, the man said that he had taught many to fight. Swordfish had assumed as much. It did not take a sharp mind to notice Germanicus’ figure, his tight musculature, or the seriousness that reflected in his stare.

When asked why he wished to learn, Swordfish sniffed. What did such a thing matter to him?

I need to. Fer me.

Germanicus would need to accept this answer. The young redtailed wolf was not willing to budge much further on the subject. If the intimidating man would not teach him, Swordfish would find someone else who would.