Ranoth had been at the Academy almost a ten-day now. He had not had a real student; he had just given a few students a couple of pointers, nothing big. On his free time he would sometimes go to Taras, and stare out at the sea, not really looking at anything in particular, just looking at the emptiness. At the Academy he was alone, but he felt that he was welcomed nonetheless…

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Ranoth had lately started training with a longsword, and started to like it. His katana had only one blade, the longsword, had two, and was better at stabbing [in Ranoth’s opinion]. So he walked to the fencing circles, longsword in hand, and sat on the ground meditating, and waiting for a student, he didn’t who, he didn’t care when, he just wanted to feel that he had helped someone, anyone…