Brenwyr flared her coat dramatically, placing herself at the center of attention just as she had been taught. She pointed to one of the noble dandies, clearly much for coin with little else to offer, and shouted. "You cur, shall evade me no more." She had no idea who the man was, and had never seen him before. He was gaping at her, as if she were a monkey escaped from the carnival.
"I demand the satisfaction of the sword!" All eyes were upon them now, her voice had carried so as to draw the attention of everyone in the square. The tall woman did a half turn and struck another pose that Kern had taught her, making the one-sided exchange as dramatic as possible. "Or are you a coward as well as a liar?" Such an inflammatory comment could not be unanswered, lest the man's reputation be permanently marred.
It would be hard to keep up a show with such a nudnik , the fool's clumsiness already apparent as he fumbled for his blade. Brenwyr hoped her teacher was already cutting purse strings, because once their blades crossed things would be over quickly. A painstakingly practiced twirl saw her own plain blade drawn and at the ready. She couldn't help but smirk, this was her favorite part.