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*Alanna walks out to the lake, taking a deep breath as she slowly loosens Werewindle in its sheath. She carries a broken broom handle with white strips of cotton wrapped around one end. Pausing for a moment, she tucks the broom handle under one arm and takes a few practice swings with her sword. Grinning, she continues over to a nearby tree, leans her blade against the trunk and removes her over tunic. Waiting for Peter, she stares at the water's smooth surface from a comfortable distance and tries to remember how Captain Sklaw conducted her first sword lesson.*