Your aim is terrible, though.”Quinn squealed, though her anger didn’t sound genuine to Eden. She threw the knife with more vigour, only for it to fly completely wide of its mark this time. Her pitiable attempts simply brought out another bout of guttural laughter from Eden, who was sat on a wall watching her efforts."Strong arm for a woman indeed. You do the work I do, day in day out, and not have a strong arm, Captain Eden of Sevenspells."Eden jumped off the wall, striding confidently over to Quinn. He was under instruction now to teach Quinn to defend herself, from his father and from his king, and surprisingly also, from the baron himself. He was relishing the chance. Quinn was, as he had both hoped and feared, far more than the rumours that surrounded her allowed. Like all women in Everfell, however, she was appalling with weapons.Under had taught him that in Sha'sek, if a woman chose to bear arms then that was her choice to make. She would train alongside the men, and she would fight alongside the men.
