Arron had been guided to a tent by the aide, who hadn't spoken the entire time. With nothing else to do, Arron took the time to practice some of his sword stances and think up some new ideas, followed by general maintenance of his tools. Having completed that in about an hour, Arron used the time to catch up on some light reading from a book in one of his cloak's pockets. When the man in charge entered, Arron put the book away and rose.
So short. Well, I have to make the best of this.
Arron bowed, then drew his pair of sword dancing swords. They were curved at the tips and about a foot and a half long. The pommels were heavy rings and the cross-guards were thin so that they would vibrate and hum as the swords moved through the air.
Immediately Arron spun into action. The swords appeared to twist and strike at each other like snakes, though it was, of course, and optical illusion. Suddenly Arron reached into his cloak, guiding the swords only with his arms and the movement of his body. Out he pulled two Whitestems, a fruit known for its hard outer skin. Spinning one in each hand, Arron guided one of the swords into a high arc and the other to touch the man on each arm and leg, then into its sheath. Arron stepped back, and the other sword fell into its sheath as well. Finishing the dance, Arron held out both fruits, each of which had been cut into six equal pieces. Arron did this all without using Leyht.
"care to enjoy one?"