Zenphere is standing in the center of the room holding Falibur in his right hand. He looks around to see if anyone is near. He glanced over his shoulder and saw some dummies. He simply sliced each of there heads clean off in one harsh blow. "Man I wish someone would give me a challenge now and then."
Zenphere laughs and puts Falibur in his sword frog... I can see you are an elder to my age.. But yet I don't see age 31 so much as a child.. But it is nice to meet you.. My name is Zenphere, son of Zeldera, prince of Zanardine.. I travell from my kingdom to Jastrie every now and then... (P.S. My charecter does have a larger age then my actuall age.. Just coudn't find my self in combat as a young chap haha.. Well see ya..)
Grall pounds his chest with his closed fist, introducing himself with all the pride of an army general. "Grall Bonekeeper, of the Bonekeeper tribe, at your service. Although you still failed to answer my question: are you the one who has decapitated those dummies?"
Grall Bonekeeper stomps into the room, ducking under the doorway to avoid scratching the frame with his large Angori horns. He stops in his tracks, observing the prince and the decapitated dummies, then lets out a great belt of laughter. Once he recovers from his fit of humor, the Angori wipes a tear from his eye and grins menacingly at Zenphere.
"Well now, I was not aware that Humans allowed their children to play with swords, much less swords that are far larger than themselves. Did you do that, boy," Grall inquires as he gestures toward the training dummies, "or did you merely pick up a sword and stand next to someone else's killshot, claiming false talent?"
(OOP: No disrespect to your age man, just roleplaying. We haven't met yet, but I'm Tim. Sorry, but my character kinda tends to be a jerk, and I'm good at roleplaying it.)