Liora
The assessment clerk asked for her recommendation.
Liora put the appointment slip on the desk.
"The practical application doesn't require one."
"I know. I meant the training report."
"Then ask for the training report."
He looked up.
She handed it over before the morning became harder than it needed to be.
The report carried the required observations from her recent sessions. Not Cedric's opinion. Not a promise that she would become impressive if the examiners were patient.
Work completed. Recovery measured. Output recorded.
The clerk checked the signatures and directed her to the waiting area.
Liora sat down without touching the practice sword across her knees.
Her own blade had passed the equipment inspection already. The ordinary assessment weapon came from the rack, with a grip close enough to use but not close enough to flatter her habits.
She had tested the balance.
Twice.
Testing it again in the waiting room would only make her look as nervous as she felt.
