Richmond turned in response to the clash of blades. The Captain and Gabriel had drawn their weapons and were darting back and forth with parry, thrust, and riposte. He stood in awe of their skill. Although he had sparred with Gabriel on occasion he saw now that they outclassed him in both skill, speed and response. He enjoyed the match, relishing in the escape they had made, but moments before. When the duel concluded, (by a somewhat underhanded move) Richmond murmured, "I must return to my duties posthaste." There was much to do after their supply stop at Breska: accounts to tally; expenses to record; wages to reciprocate. He began to shuffle off towards his cabin.