Chapter 78 The Man That Came Up The Hills

• His weathered skin and long greying beard denounced the many years walking the plains, the hills and the valleys that surrounded Erbe and the neighbouring cities. Alone in his camp, under the stars, the man made yet another etch on his maps. He had failed again to find a trail he could follow, the spots of blood from hunted game or even a line of smoke on the horizon. It felt useless to search the Realm without so much as a hint, but his spirit was unwavering. His mind was set. He would find his child.
• At that time, the child held a sharp stick, longer than her little arm. She curved her little support leg and pointed the stick at mommy's chest. Mommy was proud of her form and balance. The girl advanced, deflecting mom's riposte with a fendente, a feat of skill for someone only a little over three feet.
• “Very good, Agatha!” Nicholette praised her. “Now let's do it again but with the reversed guard. Right foot forward… Yes, good. Attack!”