All for a Bag of Coin (Omgitsviva and Jorian)
The noontime sun shines over the thin forests and plains of the region of Pangaea. The regular bustle of the town can be heard in the distance, and a small stone castle looms over a small clearing in the forest. Within the clearing, the clashes of blades can be heard. Two young men are sparring with old blades and light armor.
"You're getting better," the one said. His name was Claymore, and he was a tall, thin and lean young man with long slick brown hair and piercing green eyes. He swung his long claymore sword at the other.