A swift end to their sparring match, though Loghain hadn't anticipated it would go on for very long. Nathaniel may have fought in the Grand Tourney as a young man, but everything about his poise and body language speaks of a man who is more accustomed to the heft of a long bow.

He lowers the practice sword slowly, watching his opponent with cold eyes until he is certain that no retaliation is imminent. Then he reaches down to pick up the discarded practice sword and carries both of them back to the rack.

"Not bad," he allows; the venom from earlier is gone from his voice.