<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<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 7th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Private Room - Infirmary<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Things had been going so well. Why did he have to keep showing up here? It was like they were waiting for him to break for him to make a mistake that they could all point to and claim that he was unfit for duty. If they wanted the Master of Arms title they could just bloody well take it, get someone else to train the lordlings and wouldbes. Then they could have the second best flaming army in the world instead of the best but hey, it would not be his problem anymore. No, his problem would be the little green that held the other half of his bond. She was as stubborn as Elaine but instead of having a firm head on her shoulder she had to seek out battle, often antagonizing the shadow in the Blight.<br/><br/>Maybe that was why he liked her?<br/><br/>Without realizing it he had started to smile. That just made him all the angrier. The last few days had been interesting. Between the faire and the sands life had taken a rather, his steps paused as his mind came up empty. Unique? That would be the best until he could find something better maybe he would stop by the library and ask one of the browns for a proper word they tended to enjoy feeling useful. So then why was he here again? It would have been the better part of a year and to his knowledge he had not killed anyone or anything that did not deserve it. He was fine. Angry. Irate. Irrational. Normal. Glancing out the window he took count of the day. He was late. Every time he had been pushing it just a bit longer, trying to disrupt the yellow sisters schedule enough that she would eventually give in.<br/><br/>She hadn’t.<br/><br/>So lost in his thoughts he did not see the novice that bumped into him, the low growl that was an apology causing her to scurry away her eyes widening as she saw the sword. That had been a point of contention as well, something about taking it from his cold dead hands if they wanted it. At least he had not drawn it... there was still plenty of time for that. Kal smiled, a quick show of teeth as he entered the infirmary. Today he had thought about tracking the place up with mud but then realized that the only thing he would be doing was creating more work for the poor novices. He settled with just being later then usual.<br/><br/>The last few sessions or what ever they were called he had chosen things at random to become angry with. Each time he picked a new topic those that were similar to the previous in an attempt to throw her off the trail of whatever the bloody hell she was searching for. It had become a little game, and the more he played the more rules he had figured out. Kalain was not a stupid man, many people dismissed his intelligence based on his behavior or antics. They were wrong. This latest adversary, because that is what the yellow sister really was, was proving to be problematic. She was not giving up.<br/><br/>With a sigh he pushed open the door not even bothering to knock. The lines on his face increased as he saw the spread on the table. She had been expecting him to be late. “Shay” he spoke briskly nodding to her. If she wanted it to be informal he was fine with that. “No, but you are going to keep me anyway if I stand so might as well be comfortable.” She drew his attention to the food, the colors carefully arranged.<em>Yes. Bloody Woman. I get it,  part of the tower that he was not cast aside.</em>“Still no whisky, or ale. Just these…” he poked at one of the offerings, “poor excuses of food. Did you make some poor novice prepare this for us and tea? When is the last time I drank tea.” He sighed pushing them away, having to hold back the urge to just push the plates off the edge and enjoy the crash.<br/><br/>He settled for pushing them just enough so that he could prop his boots up on the table, leaning back in the chair his blue eyes carefully observing the woman. Sizing her up as one would an opponent, looking for that one fatal flaw that would be the end of all this.<br/>