<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<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/>The man sniffed loudly, indignantly as she spoke of fear. Oh, he understood why they feared him. A man trained in every conceivable form of combat and living long enough to not only see the wars that met fought but to have lived through them. That part was easy. That was enough but as the yellow spoke he listened, he always listened but now he nodded slightly as though it confirmed something he had long expected. People feared what they did not understand and for anyone to realize that the sisters of the white tower were still people, still creatures of flesh and blood, then that would terrify the best of them. “I don’t need your explanations or excuses.” He waved a hand dismissively. There would always be something to be afraid of, the true test of a man, or in this case a woman, would be what they did with it. The women that slinked away from him were not even worth a drop of his blood let alone his life.<br/><br/>“Then you are a bigger fool then I am Shay,” His arms crossed over his chest fingers extended still so they were closer to the blade resting beside him. He<em>knew</em>how it felt after the fight with the red,<em>knew</em>the effect it had on Moira.  If she had not visited his rooms that night he… a ghost of a smile lingered on his lips before he could smooth it away. Ah yes, those were thoughts best kept to himself. The simple fact that he was not a snarling mess of a man during this interview was because she had let him release those needs that had twisted inside of him. If she had not been there or if they had tried to take the sands from him then, it was best not think about it. “You stake your life that my honor is stronger then my anger, how long do you think that will last?”<br/><br/>He was being far more open then he had in the past with her. It had taken a year and she had not given up, and it seemed like if it would take another year or three she was more then willing to drag him to every last one of these weekly sessions. She would probably accompany him to the blight so he didn’t miss one. Bloody women. “I think she was a wool brained idiot, if she had a tenth of the wit I thought she did she would have seen them coming from a mile away.” The sad part was she had. She had known, the men that he found, the ones that he did not immediately put to the sword he had extracted that information out of them slowly. Their screams within his dreams made him smile.<br/><br/>It still had not helped him answer the question that continued to burn at the heart of the inferno: Why?<br/><br/>“Yes every sword is valued, experience even more so. They are respected, they are asked for advice and often given the lead of men to train and direct. Tell me Aes Sedai, how often do you speak to the women that lost their ability to channel? Can you tell me where every woman who was cast out of the tower is now?” Out of all the sisters she might be one of the few that could. It was a gamble, but the point would be driven home. Many tried to forget that there were consequences with the power or what they would be if they ever lost it. “They can take the flaming title from me and it won’t be a lick of difference. The men will still ask me for my advice, still come to me for my training and expertise. Hell, maybe they should at least this way I don’t have to do any of the bloody paperwork.”<br/><br/>He was home free, she did not jump at the slip of his tongue and – bloody flaming light blasted infernal daughter of a halfblooded trolloc. “Sure, bring her here.” The smile he gave was far from friendly. He knew how Moira would handle these little interviews. If the yellow thought he was difficult she could barely fathom how they would be together. “If you think you can at least, that is something I might enjoy watching.”<br/>