<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ae/95/fc/ae95fca7613783738d741f173a97052d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Argon<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Instructor (Teaches History, Warcraft and Fae magic)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Curious about new students. Hungry.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Great Hall<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather pants and jacket. White shirt underneath<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>No one<br/><br/>After waking for his predawn workout Argon spent the next two hours going through the various sword forms he practiced and taught. Today was a heavy weapons day as opposed to a fencing weapons morning. He conjured up some phantasmal opponents having long ago decided practicing stagnant forms just led to predictability and after nearly nine centuries of life the idea of becoming predicable and boring was just not appealing in the slightest.<br/><br/>When he was finished with his workout he realized just how famished he was. Food was needed, no time to change so he just unfastened his jacket so it was open before heading to the Hall to get some breakfast. He always just grabbed whatever happened to look appetizing rather than having any favorites.<br/><br/>He looked about the Hall wondering what new supernaturals he'd meet this year. It didn't matter, he was sure they would all have some interesting stories to tell. He grabbed a chair at an empty table and sat down to fully enjoy this meal.