[With but a simple nod, she goes quiet, making her way around the gardens to where Grell waits her, armed with just a simple knight's sword and nothing else. Her only armor is the brestplate adorning her, a determined look on her face.
When she shows up, she bows respectfully, as one of her station should. One hand is gripped firm on her sword's hilt, keeping control of it always.]
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When she shows up, she bows respectfully, as one of her station should. One hand is gripped firm on her sword's hilt, keeping control of it always.]
Good morrow, Lady Grell. I bid us a good duel.