Danaracles stood in the gardens, a wooden shortsword in his hand.  Nearby was one of his guards, in the middle of taking his own wooden blade to the armoury.  The two were sweating, despite the cool night air.  "Thank you for yet another good bout," Danaracles said, matching pace with the man.  Danaracles didn't want any of his sparring partners to let him win, so he offered a bonus to any who could beat him.