<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>"Perhaps . . . come to my next lesson with the apprentices and we can see," Torven replied with a matching smile, "And you don't need to call me master, we're of equal standing with the Order.  In fact, since I've been a knight for nearly three decades, I may be in lower standing."  The fact that he would likely never be dubbed a Master officially was something Torven had come to terms with a long time ago.  He'd always be one of the Order's swordsmasters.<br/><br/>Stepping into the room, and nodding toward the student who'd entered and begun meditating, he shrugged, "Is it unusual for the Order's top swordsmaster to come to the training room?  Alright, perhaps one of the top swordsmasters."<br/><br/>Torven took in her attire appreciatively, though forced himself to think of her as a practicing student rather than anything else.  He brushed back his outer robe absently and hooked his thumbs in the belt of his flight suit.  He wasn't much of a pilot, but the suit worked very nicely in his line of training and instruction.  It was loose enough to allow free movement yet tight enough not to get in the way line traditional robes could.