The Astarte of the B

He dismounted with a clatter of plate mail, but instead of drawing the sword from his back, he drew the dagger hanging from his breast.,"No, not really. I haven't had much time to practice at all. You handle the training, you know that.",Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。