<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Valdar.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Rhoven Bryce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11565549#msg11565549)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Valdar, formerly Gaidin<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Yfan, Theraeve, Kalain, Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Rhoven kept most of his afternoons occupied with training, usually of the solitary kind. He wasn't too sociable in recent days, and while he had plenty of old friends among the trainees, Valdar and Gaidin, he felt somewhat out of place with them lately, and it seemed there was some awkwardness around him, despite the Master at Arms himself being in a somewhat similar predicament. Warders shouldn't outlive their Aes Sedai, period. But, what happened, happened, and there was nothing to do about it now except keep working away and try to stay focused. Focus that afternoon, though, was disrupted by a peculiar squabble taking place on the grounds. Rhoven had been working through his sword forms, as he often was, when he looked up to see a familiar blonde attacking the Master at Arms. Normally, he kept his nose out of other people's business, but, this was something of a rare sight. Few Aes Sedai spent time among the men, training themselves with weapons and the like, and fewer still put on such a... Spectacle. Setting his blade down and picking up a towel, Rhoven wiped sweat from his face as he made his way across the yard, to where other spectators were apparently gathering to witness what was apparently the battle of the century. The trainee he didn't know personally, but, had seen before. Ivan? Stefan? Something like that. He nodded to trainee as he came to stand beside him, watching the combatants work.<br/><br/>Theraeve, he knew. She was skilled, both in the Power, apparently in hand-to-hand combat, and was exceptionally dangerous in chastisement. He suspected if the battle did not go her way, she could just shout and insult her way to victory. He grimaced at the memory of one of her angry tirades. It had certainly worked on him. The Aes Sedai was showing admirable determination against a skilled opponent, and somehow managed to look pretty even when being tossed around, though he still flinched inwardly every time it looked like she might take a blow. He was a little protective, if not of her specifically, than just in general. He had seen Theraeve put more than a few men on the ground before, but, he had doubts she would be able to best the Master at Arms. He probably wouldn't put money on it, though. Only because he thought gambling was frivolous, of course. Glancing at the trainee again, he seemed to have paused his own training as well.<br/><br/>"Learning anything?" He remarked. Apart from not to try and pick a fight with Theraeve, of course.<br/>