An impromtu gathering in the Feldane Fencing Salon turns to saucy talk of swords and a bit of the old sibling roughhousing in the Parlor. Figurines are kicked! Lamps are threatened! Ladies go off in huffs! And, although Errol is begged to...bare steel, the subject of discussion remains sheathed. For the nonce...
Our story begins in the Feldane
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