It was around six in the evening when William strolled into the bustling eastern square arena. He felt a certain nostalgia as he glanced around, his mind drifting back to the events of the previous day. It was here, in this very space, that he had engaged in a sparring session with a woman named Scarlett.
With that memorable spar in mind, William found himself drawn to the arena once again. His motive was simple; he hoped to spar with Scarlett again, to further challenge himself and to better his own swordsmanship.
As he stepped into the arena, his eyes scanning the place for Scarlett, he found her gaze already on him. The moment she spotted him, a spark of recognition lit her eyes. She had, after all, been quite impressed with his swordsmanship in their previous encounter.
"William," she called out to him, a hint of curiosity in her voice, "are you here to spar?" There was an underlying excitement in her tone, a reflection of her own anticipation for another bout with him.