The Salle, Monday Afternoon

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Sulking wasn't a pastime fit for a king, and yet Edmund had found himself doing just that since his arrival in Fandom. There was only so much brooding Edmund could take from himself, so he made an effort to get up early and find the salle that Peter had mentioned.

He retrieved his sword from the weapons locker and, glad to have the feel of the hilt against his hand, started on a series of exercises. It simply wouldn't do to fall out of practice.

[Open as salles are]