<br/><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, Pain in the Ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Theraeve Valaim<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990 NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was the absolute hottest part of the day. Granted it was within the growing season still so that meant the heat would not be all that bad but it was the sheer principle of the thing. Kal lounged in the shade watching over the sands. He leaned up against one of the walls, staying away from the raised seats as to not invite conversation over. It was one of the things he hated the most about being the Master of Arms, well hated second the most. Paperwork was the first but the second was having to smile and make nice with every noble that thought their little snowflake should train here at the tower. Sure, they could use the money, prestige or even favors but the very idea of having to whip another spoiled noble into shape was enough to cause his stomach to turn.<br/><br/>This position let him watch. There was much he could tell about a man by watching him fight. Was he cautious or aggressive? Which way did he move or which foot did he favor? They all told a story, one that could only be finished when they crossed steel. Every man had taken their turn with the Master of Arms, it was a requirement at some point. Unspoken, but there. He gently tugged the deep blue shirt free from his belt using the fabric to polish up an apple that he had stolen from the gardens. Green. It was a green apple. His lips turned up into a snarl, just looking at that color made him think of that infernal woman. Even here on the sands, here in his domain despite what the Amyrlin might think of it. He tried to push it out of his mind, turning his gaze upon the trainees to see who would be the victim of the hour.<br/><br/>That was when he saw her. A red he guessed only because a fool or an actual red sister would ever bother with such a color. It was a political statement around here, even more so because of the bond he carried. A bond that…no he was not a blue warder and more importantly he didn’t care. Bloody politics, all it ever did was ruin a perfectly good meal and turn men and women alike against each other. Pushing those thoughts aside he brought the apple up to his lips taking a bite, a loud crunch filling the area as the juices welled up on his lips and started to dribble down his chin. Pulling it away then wiping what was left on his sleeve he observed the little red sister rip through two separate warders. No not warders, cowards. She had given them a dozen or so openings only a few on purpose and they had pulled every one of their punches.<br/><br/>Cowards. The lot of them.<br/><br/>Pushing away from the wall he strolled over there, taking his time and correcting a few stances on the way. The third man didn’t fare any better and instead almost had his arm broken for his tameness. Kal wished she had followed through. That made both of them cowards. Mistakes like that needed to be punished or they would never learn. Taking another bite from the apple he spoke, his mouth still containing a bit of the pulp so that his speech was muffled. “You keep this up, there is not going to be any warders left for the rest of them.” He pointed slightly sending the men scurrying away. Oh, he was going to have words with them too but they knew better then to get within the area when an angry red and the master of arms clashed. “Usually I have to send your kind scattering away from gawking but it seems today that I am saving their lives.” He took another bite, the crunch just as loud as before the juices over flowing and dribbling down the stubble on his face.<br/><br/>“So what brings a pretty little thing like you to my sands, run out of men to terrorize and have to search within?”<br/>