<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/>There was a smile, one that spoke of a man that had seen far too much. There would be a time when it was needed, trading on the coin that a warder was still bound to the oaths that the Aes Sedai were was just as powerful as a truth. The Master of Arms was a man that wanted to leave all options on the table, never one to eschew one method because he found it personally distasteful if it meant keeping those he swore to protect safe. It was a harsh truth that he had learned about himself at an early age. “Yeah, the truth works all well in good in the north but eventually we will find ourselves in the southern climates and with that come all those lovely little games. A lie works far better than a sword through the chest” He sighed wistfully remembering a few politicians that he should have visited on his way back to the tower.<br/><br/>“They just get a bit squeamish about offering it, something about threats or coercion, I was not really paying attention as they screamed.” Kal gave a quick smile, it had been a joke. A bad attempt at one but something to lighten their mood. He was trying, honest to Light he was trying to go along with her wish for an enjoyable night but even his perpetual dark moods needed an outlet in the form of gallows humor. The smile that she shared echoed for a moment before the older man caught it. Bloody Woman. He wanted to growl at her or someone but instead he just sighed. “Just this once?” He brought a hand up to scratch at the stubble along his cheek. “An artform?” The smile he gave was wicked, “As much fun as it would be to stand within a gallery insulting people I think we shall have to keep this a performance art.”<br/><br/>He had tried for a blush again, with heated look and choice words but the Aes Sedai cool persevered. He would break that look one of these days, choosing not to count the ones he received when they were alone. Those did not count, and directly laying hands on her would really be considered cheating. The goal helped him, his mind focusing more on how to drill through those defenses then upon the past and giving him something more than death to look forward to. When she settled in close for the dance it let him speak softly so that his words only found her ears. “I like that.” There were hundreds of Aes Sedai many of them all carbon copies of the same, every now and then he found one that was worth it. Worth the pain and the destruction and maybe even his loyalty.<br/><br/>His head turned in, so he could watch her as he danced. Loyalty. That thought that came so easy for the briefest of moments now caused his steps to falter. There was no way to hide it into a twirl or some other flourish so instead he had to pull her close to gather his footing back. Their bodies would touch beyond just their legs. Kal could feel the heat of her skin and this close the scent of her hair. A low noise rumbled in his chest before he could push the thoughts and sounds away, using that mental push to put the distance back that they had started with while dancing.<br/><br/>Just how long was this infernal thing anyway?<br/>