<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, Master Pain in the Ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Moira<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 5th | 990 NE | Evening<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Faire around Tar Valon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>“Good.” He interpreted the smile, no matter how impish it might appear as silent assent. “Because I am not exactly welcomed in Arad Doman as well but it is for an entirely different reason.” It was common knowledge that the women in Arad Doman were well versed in the art of seduction. What was less talked about was their skills in negotiation. Woe to the man that walked away with the shirt still on his back when encountering a woman that had mastered them both. The good news was, he had walked away with not only his shirt, but hers as well. Victory, even if it was short lived. Something about his negotiation tactics being unfair but it was not his fault that she failed to take into account that steel can easily cut silk.<br/><br/>There was a flash of a smile as she seemed to pluck the thoughts right out of his mind, “If we are going to go out, make sure it’s in style?” It was something that the Master of Arms often thought about, with the death of Elaine he had wanted to die but he had found himself far too proud to just wither away. He needed to fight, needed to sell his life dearly and that caused him to fail. It caused him to live. “It might be warm and in a bed for you but just imagine me with a wide brimmed hat, carving some light forsaken piece of wood while the ice peppers come in.” There was no time to let her picture it as the moment he said the words he brought her into a twirl before bringing her back to the same distance they had fallen into. Something about having her close like this worked, and he would be damned to let it go just yet.<br/><br/>“How barbaric!” That was the point where he realized that she had done it again. Not only had she tricked him into more than his fair share of dances but had honestly made him enjoy it at the same time. Evil Witch. It was supposed to have been a few dances then he would retire to the side lines scowling at any man that would come near here with a hand on his sword. They would eventually not wish risking his anger and they would be able to return back to the tower before the evening was even over and now. Now he was stuck dancing with a beautiful woman that had every intention to press herself to him at every opportunity.<br/><br/>Scandalous.<br/><br/>He enjoyed every second of it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The bond had been designed to provide the needed strength and stamina to fight for hours, not dance the night away. However, it was good at doing both. They danced more that night then he ever had his entire life and by the end of the affair he had been able to infuse the deadly grace of his art to the movements. Kal could also never say he didn’t dance after this, the secret was out now. This would be a thing that she could drag him to and no amount of complaining or venomous looks would stop it. If only he had not enjoyed the bloody thing or if she had not been in the back of his head knowing he was enjoying it that he could have gotten away with both. Infernal women.<br/><br/>He was leading them away from the center of the city. People were gathering to watch the fireworks already getting up close wanting to feel them in their chest as they explode but then the full glory of it was lost. Instead, he had brought her to a small little park, a clearing on a hill with a few trees. It provided shade in the evenings and was one of the places he often retreated too when he needed a moment to himself but still be close enough to the tower to respond to an emergency. It was not until after they were almost there that he had unwittingly showed her another aspect of himself, the bond causing the growing warmth to dull and harden as he tried to fall back into his usual dour demeanor.<br/><br/>Walking up to the tree he lowered himself and cupped his hands, “Here let me boost you up, about two branches up is someplace we can sit and be comfortable.”<br/>