Seraphina stared at Malcolm with suspicion. His clothes were far too well made for an ordinary commoner, and the way he held his saber suggested that he had received proper training. Although he claimed to have been born and raised on the streets, she found it difficult to believe that someone like him could have reached this level without any support.
"Then where did you learn to use a saber?" she asked.
Malcolm looked at the saber in his hand before giving a small smile. "I learned by fighting for my life. When you grow up on the streets, you quickly learn that hesitation can cost you everything."
Seraphina remained silent and watched him carefully. His answer sounded reasonable, but she was not convinced. She had met many people who liked to hide their backgrounds, and Malcolm seemed like someone who had more secrets than he was willing to reveal.
"Why are you following me?" she asked.
