Chapter 195: What the Man Remembered
Thann's End,
Cathedral Training Grounds,
Dayton's POV,
I kept to the shadowed edge of the upper corridor, just close enough to the railing to watch, far enough back that no one below would look up and find my presence strange.
Though I don't think anyone would find it strange that a fifteen-year-old was interested in knights.
Davis Fairchild moved through the training yard below with so much focus that he ignored the surroundings like noise. The yard was built like it existed specifically to be moved through with only clean footwork. He swung the thin blade with a kind of unbothered confidence you would find in someone who'd never once doubted his own hand.
