<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Shayella Adair, Moira<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Private Room - Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>That was an interesting. Supposed to kill. It was interesting because when he had arrived at the tower the trail of bodies that could be linked back to him were impressive. There were many that had yet to be discovered or attributed to his rage, largely because they were never found intact. Luckily, that never came up in their little talks so that he did not have to directly lie to the yellow sister. While there was no obligation for him to tell the truth like it was for the women, he found it helpful that people often thought him to speak truthfully. That way, when he needed it the most, he could lie and no one would even think twice about believing him. “Have you ever had someone fear you Aes Sedai?” He had slipped back to her title, it was not something that he often let happen but now he seemed to address them all as a group.<br/><br/>“Everyone has a small part of them that enjoys it, the power it brings so if we were going to indulge this little bout of truth between us, yes it does. It makes the men on my sand listen harder, it can forged to respect, and above all it hones the senses.” Fear was a powerful tool. When used right it was one of the strongest in the kit. “If I really wanted to keep people at by all I would have to do is growl, scowl, and tell them to get lost.” Not many were willing to chance his ire directly, those that have only chose to do it once. Unless it was Moira. She always seemed to be the exception, able to argue almost as well as a Saldaean woman. Then she pulled the conversation back to the former Blue Sister that had been his first bond mate.<br/><br/>“Yes, all things I already know. I particularly enjoyed that little trip down memory lane we should do it again.” The hands that were crossed lowered slightly, now fingers brushed over the pommel of his blade as though he were reminding himself where it was. His face however hardened, the once expressive muscles turning into an unreadable sheet of stone. “No, I have decided that her secrets were her own, that I did not need to know why she left me there in the inn while she faced dangers.” Clearly the tone was sarcastic. It was one of the many things that kept him up at night, why she willingly walked into her death. Something did not add up right but his memory or his past was not the place to look.<br/><br/>The gamble failed, it would make sense for the healer as well as the mind mender to keep track of the women. The point was still made, that is what mattered. Kal was willing to take a victory no matter how small from the jaws of defeat. Then she rose from her chair, eyes followed even if one raised curiously. Just what was she…both eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.<em>Now?</em>shock rolled through his mind.<em>Shadow cursed, bloodied, flaming, no good, wool brained, inferno fadeborn woman.</em>This was the last thing he had wanted, a short note like that would no doubt pique that woman’s interest and bring her down.<br/><br/>Great. Just Great.<br/><br/>The damage was done, he could draw up some anger and storm out but there would be nothing stopping it. With a resigned sigh he busied the time checking the sword blade, unsheathing it half way and running a finger over the metal. It would need to be polished again soon, the last few times he had a need to use it didn’t seem to leave any nicks in the metal. A good blade was hard to find and Kal was particular about the weight and the balance that he liked.  He felt her presence growing closer, rolling his eyes as it opened and Moira was there. The only way this could be any better is if she had stumbled in on the him and the yellow naked and pressed together…that did however give him an idea.<br/><br/>“Moira Sedai.” He nodded, voice cold and devoid of emotion. The games were only beginning.<br/>