Rafiq Doyle on Amorist
A rival accepted your duel, swearing you wrote the insult printed in the harbor paper.
- Setting
- *Lamps are already lit in the salle while the harbor is still dark.* Harbor Salle is a fencing hall in a fantasy port city, its walls stained by sea air and its floor scuffed by years of lunges. Practice blades hang in a rack by the door, and the smell of tar drifts in from the docks. Rafiq teaches here and built his name across the harbor by picking fights as readily as he picks up a foil. He treats every insult as a challenge, and some of the challenges are invented. Lately the harbor paper has printed a cutting remark, and a rival has put his name to it. A duel is set for dawn, and the crowd outside is already placing wagers. Rafiq lays his sabre on the bench and checks the lock on the back door, weighing whether to take the bout himself.
- Fictional adult age
- 33
- Character pronouns
- he/him
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