Dennis
**Aurelian Kallandrim
Vineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**

Aurelian maintained his own sense of slow and calculated movements, matching Derringer in careful and shrewd thoughts regarding the practice duel. Aurelian expected a move from Derringer eventually, since he was still predicting the intent that his opponent may have. In a slightly unexpected turn, Derringer did a fake-out, stomping and feigning a forward attack. Aurelian seemed to not quite take the bait, instead further preparing himself for something genuine from Derringer and stepping up his own footwork, along with improving his one-handed grip upon his training sword. The tall Paladin appeared to be more than aware of potential tricks, which put him a step or two above most of his brothers and sisters within the Quipeccatum, who acted much more heavily on instinct over intuition.
Thomas
Lord Regent Derringer Hecate
Vineyard District, Rikolto, Akno

So the boy wasn't completely untrained, which already set him apart from the usual braggart who came to him seeking glory.  Derringer slowly switched his bokken from left to right, maintaining his two handed grip and continuing to circle with Aurelian.  He wasn't going to fall for this trap, and make the first move.
Dennis
**Aurelian Kallandrim
Vineyard District, Rikolto, Akno**

It now seemed the two swordsmen were at a total impasse. Aurelian had the patience of stone and the willpower of the Sun. He knew fully that Derringer's intent was to wait things out and bait Aurelian into making a foolish mistake, much like it was his own goal. Aurelian noted the change in grip that Derringer adopted, but maintained his own, since it needed no changes yet. Neither Derringer nor Aurelian appeared to have any intention of making the first move yet. However, fake-outs could still be done without risking oneself. Aurelian took a step forward, feigning seriousness in the action picture-perfectly, as if his patience really did run out. In actuality, this slight step was another layer to the bait he was setting up for Derringer, in hopes that the older foe would bite and open up something for Aurelian to exploit.
William
**Hemian Kallandrim | Sol**

"I feel great, though it might not look like it. I was simply taken aback by our great city, and the people in it," The man had a smell of cold rains and fresh pine trees. "It is a most daunting task, having to look after all these souls, especially in these dark times."

He turned to gate with a smile, then back to Jora.

"But what about you, wanderer? You look battered, in spirit if not in body. Why have the gods guided you here?"
Michelle
**Jora Sylgritte - Sol city
**
"Look after?" 

Literally or metaphorically, Jora thought as she looked him over from head to toe. Even if she knew little of the gods of these lands, she could tell that the man was pious by the way he spoke. That, and that familiar, almost benevolent twinkle in his eyes, not too dissimilar to her adoptive mother—granted, they were unlikely to see eye to eye belief-wise.

"Oh no, I am very much thoroughly battered—body, spirit; you name it." She said with a tired smirk whilst popping a kink in her shoulder. 

"I heard that there's work to be found around these parts for folk of my ilk. And you? Stretching those old bones?"