<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/>No. Why would she know? It was not like people mattered to Aes Sedai. There was a flicker of dismay that danced across the old warder’s face and for once he did not bother to hide it. Kal made it a point to learn every trainees name and to pair it with an appropriate face. That way when they returned in his dreams to ask why he had sent them to their deaths he could address them properly. That always surprised them, kept them off balanced. It also made it very effective for discipline. Nothing made a soldier cringe more than having their superior officer yell their name across the field. “Yes counterproductive. I could see that.” He rolled his eyes hard enough that he could not help but wonder if it made an audible sound. The whisky would have relaxed him enough that he might have actually considered talking after enough shots, also it would have been hilarious to watch the yellow succumb to the effects of the drink.<br/><br/>“My week? I should probably look at your reports to tell you about my week because I am sure every last bloody movement of mine is observed.” It was not paranoia when he was right. If it was not the yellow’s agents then it would have been the blues to see if he talked to anyone else when it came to Elaine’s plans or Moira’s little group or perhaps the Amyrlin. Everyone walked on eggshells around him and it was starting to get to him. The only two that seemed to look at him as a person was ‘Eve and Moira and one of them had recently attempted to put a sword in his back. Without thinking he pushed back into the chair a bit, the shoulder throbbing a bit even though it had been healed perfectly. It was an echo nothing more, a distraction. He pushed it aside. “Do I? Then it is clear our little sessions are working.” The sarcasm in his voice would be unmistakable. If he was relaxed it would have more to do with the women in his bedroom then anything they would have talked about.<br/><br/>He leaned forward a bit, as if waiting for the question that she would have wanted to ask. The network of spies within the tower were good but he had trained a few of them, knew how to slip by when needed. There was little doubt there were quite a few spans of time that he had gone unobserved. “Yes, because that light forsaken girl wanted to go to the bloody faire.” It was his job to protect her, and he was not about to let another one die. The first one had broken him the second one? For once, Kal did not want to think about what it would do to him. He could still feel the first one, feel the just her name sped his heart beat up and pressed against him. The need to act, to get out of this chair and do<em>something</em>was an all too familiar feeling. It had taken a moment for him to realize one very important fact.<br/><br/>She had no clue that Moira and he had not spent every night alone and there were several that they had spent together. It had just been sex, something that this woman probably could never understand. Moira was a warrior, a fighter, cut from similar cloth as him. They needed…a release? That was the best word his mind could come up with and it had been volatile. Never in his years would he imagine it to be like that. Kal shook his head letting a small smirk curl the edges of his lips as he looked across at the yellow.  So this is what it had to feel like being an Aes Sedai and knowing more than the person sitting across from him.<br/><br/>“We can play this game all evening, Shay. For once can we cut to the chase and just ask what you need to know to get this finished.” His arms folded across his chest, right hand under left so that his fingers were still within range to pull his sword if needed. “We are both busy, and I am not sure about you but my patience is growing thin of these games.”<br/><br/>