Duskendale Training Yard

[Lord Howland Royce]

Patrek grunts as he is disarmed, and grimaces as he rubs his shoulder.

[mark]

Robb, arriving, voices his praise for both of the men's skill. "A fine fight, gentlemen."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Patrek's mouth twitch slightly, "should have done better though".

[mark]

Robb shrugs. "Do you think yourself the best sword in the realm? For Tomas here is. If he isn't, I have yet to seen a better in person. You fought well, Ser Patrek, believe me when I say so. The rumor of your skill has been travelling around, even to Dorne," Robb said with a grin.

[Ollie]

Ser Dunnock's longsword spins out of his hand, and with a throaty chuckle, the fiery haired bastard lowers his shield and gives a half bow.

"Rightly fought, ser. Ain't matched blades wiff a swordsman such as yerself in a great age, t'be sure," he says with a red smile before retrieving his sword.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Patrek snorts, "I know I'm not the best sword in the realm" he motions to his axe. "There's always room for improvement, Lord Tarly".

[mark]

Robb grins. "It'd be an honor, ser."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Patrek grimaces as the lord had misunderstood him, but picks up his axe anyway.

[Imry Willfyre]

Confident from his last fight, Evander challenges Sandor Grimm to a friendly spar.

[Sam]

Ser Grant, after having left his wife in the castle, stalks the yard searching for an opponent.

[Fel]

Tomas Clegane seems to have forgotten Ser Patrek already, as he looks for his next opponent.

[mark]

As he was preparing to face Ser Patrek, Robb eyed Tomas Clegane with curiosity. He badly wanted to fight against the man. If anything, it would help improve Robb's skill, as well as allow him to say he fought the famous man.

[House Lefford]

Ser Sandor Lifts his sword "Ready when you are Ser."

[Sam]

Ser Grant saw a King's Man disarmed by a huge man wearing the colors of House Harlaw. Ser Grant noticed the man's sword-hilt was very ornate, and upon closer inspection he recognized the hilt of Dark Sister. He had read a book in his youth, which contained detailed drawings of many of the prominent Valyrian Swords of Westeros, and he would recognize the sword of the Dragonqueens anywhere.

He gasped when he realized that the huge man could only be the Wild Dog, Tomas Clegane. Arguable the best sword in the whole of Westeros, and the current wielder of Dark Sister. Clegane appeared to be searching for another opponent to embarrass, and Grant started to walk towards him, eager to test the man's legendary skills.

[mark]

Robb grunts and yields, breathing heavy from the tough fight. It had been a while since he had trained with one of his equals. Perhaps I would have done better challenging Clegane, Robb mused. He stood up and clasped the man on his shoulder, still catching his breath. "Well fought, ser. I am glad you have already stated there is room to improve, because it appears I need to do so."