The furnishings within the room were far from luxurious.
A modest carpet covered the floor, a square table flanked by two chairs stood at the center, and a neatly made bed was pressed against the wall, which was adorned with two sheathed short swords hanging above.
At the foot of the bed stood a wardrobe.
The room's doors and windows were carved with exquisite decorations.
"Who really are you?"
Anna moved to the bedside as Visto surveyed the room, the pair of short swords within easy reach.
"I am Visto," he replied with a jesting bow.
"Visto is just Visto, huh?"
With a "swoosh," both short swords were in Anna's hands.
Visto instinctively took a half-step back, and in the next second, the blade in Anna's left hand sliced through the air where Visto had just been standing.
"Your reflexes are quite fast."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!