The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

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Cassandra had a... duel, of sorts, planned with the pirate. Now that the immediate anger had worn off, it was beginning to sound rather more foolish to her ears.

But she had made another appointment, one that was far less foolish and far more important. Today, she would make good on her promise to help Lucille learn how to defend herself because that would end well, and so she arrived at the salle half an hour before the agreed-upon time to put in some minor practice with the sword.

She had also picked up two sets of practice daggers for their training exercise.

But for the moment, pretending the dummy she was massacring was Isabela was a real help.

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