<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ihp51n7.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Serugei of Nilfgaard<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Courtyard -> Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Arliaine, Mael (Mentioned), Bella(Mentioned), open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: His usual Armor (http://img09.deviantart.net/6431/i/2015/145/a/d/the_crow_jon_snow___concept_by_mizaeltengu-d6drnyo.jpg)<br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Serugei was making a valiant effort to repair what he'd damaged though he only made minor repairs until his stomach rumbled for sustenance. The last time he had eaten anything was yesterday morning, and even then he had done nothing but pick solemnly at his food until it turned cold. With a heavy sigh, he knew that eventually another witcher would find displeasure in knowing that their training equipment had been left in such a state. However, he sincerely doubted that anyone would point their finger at him if this came up publicly. <strong>"That was a waste of time huh?"</strong> speaking to himself as there was no one else around to hear his folly. It was only when his witcher senses picked up someone was coming, and only once she'd gotten into range did he notice who it was; then again there wasn't many who had free reign of walking about here. To his slight lamentation, it was the Sorceress Arlaine to whom he had the pleasure of being watched under when he was still a young child going through his time behind the walls.<br/><br/>Out of the many here, Serugei found the woman manageable to be around though he saw her more or less like an estranged aunt then anything else. Her request sounded more like a demand, and by the way she was acting he would rather not be sent flying into the lake again for disobeying. The steel sword had been pulled from the sheathing, and it was the lighter of the pair. What she wanted with his sword hadn't made much sense until he was sole witness to her angry upon the dummy. As she cleaved the head of the one he had just spent so much time fixing too. It didn't take a genius to deduce why she had gotten in such a twist. There wasn't many who he assumed got her this way besides another certain sorceress. Undoubtedly he would find out soon enough if he asked what had just unfolded in the direction she'd came from.<br/><br/>As she dropped the sword and walked off, he found it a bit disrespectful. The Witcher didn't own much besides the armor and clothing he bought over time, and those two swords he painstakingly saved crowns to hire a blacksmith who had been competent enough to craft something of beauty. "Your welcome." speaking out in a flat tone of voice before picking it back up and resheathing his weapon, and then look at the severed head of the training dummy. <strong>"I am not fixing that."</strong> before watching dear Arlaine take the main road leading towards the outside of the walls. This was not his problem nor did he want it to be. These petty spats normally died off with time, and that was what she needed.<br/><br/>It was an opportune time to head towards the dining hall when Mael jogged past him. Serugei's cape was fluttering in the breeze from their passing of one another. <em>'So I reckon he is involved? Huh, my idea of what happened is gaining some ground.'</em> He didn't understand why Mael would even do this to himself as things were obvious when surrounding the people he surrounded himself with Lady Bellatrix being one of them. Only more drama was going to ensue, but if he wanted to risk his life then it would be something he would do on his own.<br/><br/>As he entered the Dining hall he kept quiet as the others seemed to be enthralled with one another. He wasn't the talkative type so he sat down and watched the others more interested in what was going on then filling his stomach wth food.</td></tr></tbody></table>