Fire from above
Liza came of age in a time as the borders of Wallydecka were ever expanding. The people were rich in health and pleasures. And the nonhuman population was brought to heel through a number of political measures. Her father's business had thrived and he accompanied the caravans less and less, turning his attention to the workings of the Council and honing his influence in the Merchant's Guild.
Liza had spent the morning cloistered at the temple. She had learned years ago that the cathedral floor remained a cool respite from the sun, even at the height of summer. She once spent so many days seated on the hard stone floor daydreaming that the temple priest asked her parents whether she would be joining the order. Since then she limited herself to a few hours in the afternoons. Besides, this year her father had finally allowed her to join a few of the councilmen's children in learning the sword forms, so her mornings were occupied. Not to mention the new found friendships she had formed in the group.
Broderick, the son of the Clothier's Guild leader, joined the group about the same time she did. They had drilled together for two months before they were allowed to spar with the others. By then they had built up an easy friendship and had begun spending time together outside of lessons.