<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/>The opening move of any duel was a series of test. Quick feints, slashed and thrusts to gauge the opponent and to determine any particular weakness in speed, style or even training. Kal had decided to treat the yellow in much the same way. When she was given the option to discuss his time with the green sister or the violence with the red she had chosen the bond. They were afraid that he posed a very real risk to the women gathered there, that one day he would snap and attempt to kill them all but when faced with a very real opportunity, when the rumors probably spoke of the flash of emotions that crossed their faces as they fought she stayed the course.<br/><br/>Interesting.<br/><br/>“It was a dance.” Several dances as it turned out but he was going to leave that particular detail out for the moment, “I suppose it was nice?” The Master of Arms could only shrug as he had not really thought about it outside of the moment. Anytime that they decided to put away their differences they honestly seemed to be able to get along. “I am not much of a dancer, and the steps I enjoy usually involve the movement of steel but it was…” he sighed looking for another word but just settled on, “Nice.” Again. Then he had gone on his truth inspired tirade. To her credit, the Aes Sedai did not flinch or even look away once. Fearless in the eyes of a charging boar, perhaps he had underestimated the yellows after all.<br/><br/>He laughed, a hollow laugh but it was a sound that was almost foreign in this little room. “No, your not. You are asking questions while I feel the bloody whispers of every other sister in the tower. I have seen the way they look at me Shay.” Again pointedly leaving her title off. It was almost a compliment when it came from the warder. He at least viewed her as something more then her station, a real person. The ones he used their title with were no better then tools of the tower. “They wonder why I came back and she didn’t. They wonder how I failed so badly that I lived and she had died. They flinch, when I touch my sword and I can tell they are wondering just how fast I am and if they will be next.”<br/><br/>It was a sign of paranoia that he could even see so many little things in the interactions within the tower. Yet for him to notice even the smallest of actions there had to be a kernel of truth. It was those looks that often kept him from the tower preferring instead to stay on the warder grounds or the barracks itself. “I am a useful tool that is believed still holds value otherwise I would be carted off to a farm or given a position elsewhere, the same way the tower handles Novices that can’t make the cut. They are pushed aside and forgotten.” He was being harsh, almost overly so but that was a part of who the man really was. Abrasive and not afraid to let his opinions be known.<br/><br/>“If this is how they treat someone they trust with their very lives, then it is no wonder there is a constant rumor of Darkfriends and the shadow lurking within the shining tower. Who needs enemies when you have friends like these.” He laughed again, a darker one filled with the memories of a man that had seen too much, had been through too much. “If she is the only one that could help then why isn’t she bloody he-“ his words cut off as he realized the open door he had just charged through. Before it had just been the two of them but now he had all but invited the yellow to go put her nose where he was trying to keep it away.<br/><br/>Bloody Hell.<br/><br/>Trying to move past it before the woman could latch on he decided to go with the usual plan of insults, “Things I might have missed? I was being trained in a blade before you were even a twinkle in your parents eye, I was here when you wore a white dress what could you possibly find that I overlooked?” There, a chance to correct him and push back at an insult. It should be enough to disarm whatever door he had walked through. He took a slow steadying breath, calming down the irritation that seemed to always be there waiting for him.<br/><br/>“Hair color, height,” he left out dress sizes or other physical aspects, “Elaine never used a sword but Moira could at least hold her own against a Farm Girl.” There both had the same inner fire, the drive to do something greater then themselves but they used it in separate ways. “They were best friends for a reason, they could see the world in similar ways.”<br/>