Yikes. Karl had heard about professional duelists. The men who spent years training with blades, becoming masters and even wizards of swordsmanship. Those at the top were, of course, intelligent enough to avoid actually fighting with the intent to kill, instead merely humiliating an opponent with a scratch or two. Yet the younger ones, hotheads or cold-blooded killers, they were more dangerous, more willing to take the risk of lethal injury or outright murder… was Dolphus one of these?
His manner, the mask of his expertise, could not be pierced by Karl’s knowledge, and so the possibility remained. If his words were true, Dolphus was a dangerous man, one capable of feats with a blade greater than what potential opponents would wish to face. However, he could be bluffing. Karl decided that the young man would bear watching in the future. Who knows, he could be a danger to my mission, he thought.