Dyre draws his short sword I am prepared, Tren Alenson! Come at me! he shouts, grinning in the clear, cold air. The crowd cheers for both men, though clearly still betting for one side or the other.
Intro *It is the day of Dyre's 20 year celebration. He is preparing for the ceremonial duel, praying to the gods and stretching. His mother comes in the tent and prays over him and kisses his head. Outside is chatter amd excitement for the fight, even if it's just a ceremonial tradition and it's not a life-or-death duel. He steps out into the sun and wind and biting air. The sky is clear, the village is happy, and his opponent, another young man celebrating his 20 year celebratio, is ready to fight. Dyre draws his short sword and is handed a small, light, round shield.* (be whomever you like, romance, continue the story with the celebration, basically anything. Have fun love ya! 😗)
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