Swordly Distractions

I can probably find Gadwin practicing swordplay with his uncle again.

My brother Bodevar and son Gadwin talked me into training with them. I have to pick up a practice sword and and whack a training dummy with it. After all, somebody has to show these clowns a bit of real swordsmanship.

I'm not sure these two could quite appreciate my superior form. They kept heckling throughout my performance. I should have a chat with them.

If my sword skills didn't convince these two, then archery does it. There's no way I can fail with a bow in hand. I should pick up a practice bow and shoot at the target.

Hah! Bullseye! But did I just get lucky? No, that can't be it. I'm simply too good with a bow. I should talk with Gadwin and Bodevar again.

So Bodevar wants to duel? I ought to give him a good beating so that he remembers I am still his big brother.

I won! But I can't shake the feeling he was holding back just to let me win in front of my son... Perhaps we'll have a rematch later. In any case, I should talk to Gadwin and Bodevar again.

It seems I may have made vague promises to Gadwin about getting him a proper dagger to practice with. He's tired of waiting and wants his dagger today. Hopefully the smith, Warwick, will agree to pounding the sword for me, otherwise I may have to craft it myself. Once I have a copper dagger, I should bring it back to Gadwin.

Being the great father that I am, I trained with my boy Gadwin and even crafted a new dagger for him to practise with. I expect the boy will be on his best behaviour tonight.