<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Gaidin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: </strong>Warner Du'Baru<br/><strong>Position: </strong>Gaidin<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Open<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Morning... what day is it again?<br/><strong>Place: </strong>Near the training grounds, in the tower's smithing forge.<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>Hot Sparks!<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Warner Du'Baru lifted the heavy hammer again and let it fall, with the control of long years, onto the piece of red-gold metal that sat in the grasp of a pair of tongs. He watched as sparks flew and he automatically tapped the anvil to keep the head clean before he lifted the tool again. The stady rhythm of the ringing ssteel on steel sounding across the grounds and calmed his thoughts as few things could.<br/><br/>Oh, he could seek the void and feed everything into it, as he had been taught since he was a young boy, but the flame only delayed thoughts, not exorcized them... No, good, honest work was far more often a balm for a troubled mind... and the ring of the anvil was something that he could almost do without thinking at all... he was, afterall, the son of one of the borderland's best weapon smiths... not that he had actually done much forging in the last few years... he had been too busy learning the art of the blade and perfecting the flow of the dance. He might not be called a blade-master, but everyone knew that he was as close as one could become without laying claim to the marked blade... he had no need for the title though as it was often more trouble than it was worth to always been seen only as a blade-master... no, he would much rather be seen as less than he was and have that extra bit of advantage than the herren marked blade itself.<br/><br/>But, his mind was wondering even from it's efforts to not think too strongly on thinking to begin with.<br/><br/>He was bare-chested except for the leather apron that protected skin from fire... a broad chest and strong arms that had nearly as much hair covering them as the bear many compared him to... the skin glistened with a thin film of sweat from the effort and the heat and even his shaved scalp beaded with the work of shaping the metal... Quite a specimen some women would say and perhaps he was, but he only really concerned himself with the opinion of one woman... one  hazel eyed and brown haired woman with a ring on her finger; not the ring finger of her left hand either. Even with the efforts of his hammer, he considered the recent events that had led to his present situation... chiefly among them, the fact that Avalyn was Avalyn Sedai and the banded white dress that she had worn since the first time that he had seen her was gone and a green gown had replaced it... She was bound to chose a warder soon and he wasn't sure how he would deal with it... Oh, they had spent years teasing, taunting, flirting and even sparring, but who knew a woman's mind when she was not only a woman with her cultural background, but an ais sedai to boot! Damn all of the luck, he hadn't been prepared for the reality of her taking the shaw, much less thinking that she might chose someone other than him as her warder... She was going to take her sweet time in the choosing too and drive him to do more than drink.