Regardless of the picnic’s splendor, you are quickly drawn to Raphael’s rapier again, having gained real feelings for the weapons during your previous sessions with it. The fox chuckles. "My fair fae; she is a woman of taste. She knows what she wants.“
The weapon is lying between you. You stare at it, Raphael stares at you.
"Would you like to own it?“ he suddenly asks you.
You look up and smile, cautious about the offer. You’ve built up a good rapport with the fox, but there’s something mischievous about him, that still makes you playfully hesitant to completely trust him. You ask him what you’d have to do for it.
"Spar with me over it.“ The master fencer challenges you to what could only be an impossible fight. He has taught you everything you know about fencing.
What do you do?