Makanárë stood poised on the practice field, chain-mail gleaming in the pale morning light. It was still early enough that the field was deserted, occupied only by the mute figures of training-dummies and the occasional trespassing bird or squirrel which crept in from the nearby trees. With an impassive face she began to put herself through the paces of the sword-exercises she had practiced every morning without fail since she had forged her blades. The motions were slow, deliberate.
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