The ground beneath me felt soft, the mud started to seep in through the cracks in my armor. "Get up Young Anthony." The voice of the grizzled old Templar said. "Come on get up I don't have all evening." My chest hurt from the shield bash the old man delivered just a few seconds ago. I could let out was a soft groan, no matter how many times he does it it still hurts and I never see it coming. I roll over onto my stomach but that somehow makes it worse; I use my left hand to push me up from the muddy ground. I grab the practice great sword to my right and use that to push me up further. "Do you want to stop Young Trevelyan?" The grizzled Templar said "No I'm fine. Let's keep going I think I'll get it this time." The Templar rolled his eyes "If you haven't got it the last twenty times what makes you think you'll get it this time?" I stared him down then lifted my sword in the defense position. "Patience" my mother used to say. "Patience is one of the greatest weapons you will have." The Templar readied his sword; I kept my eyes focused on his upper chest, waiting for him to strike. He lunged like a Druffalo with the tip of his practice sword; I dodged out of the way as soon as he was in range and made a swift slash as I dodged. I didn't see it coming, the shield bashed against my chest and head and I fell to the ground like a ton of bricks; again. "You need to stop focusing on my blade when you dodge, otherwise when I hit you with the shield it will throw you off balance and send you tumbling to the ground; you need to focus on my upper chest. Always look at your opponent's upper chest or their solar plexus when you fight that way they can't mislead you with their eyes or their weapons." He said I lay there on the ground with the mud slowly seeping in through the cracks in my armor. He stood over me and offered his hand. I lifted my hand and grasped his and he pulled me up. "Were done for the day; go get yourself cleaned up and keep practicing the meditation technics your mother showed you." He said. He grabbed the practice great sword that was caked in mud off the ground and headed toward the western tower of Skyhold. I looked down at my clothes and practice armor to see that it was caked in so much mud. "One day." I thought to myself "One day I'll get it."