Rav watched the transformation overtake Afanen. It was subtle, but her eyes seemed to harden, and the set of her jaw changed. He didn't know what to make of it, nor the cause of it, but he anticipated the answer before it came. "I want to sign on to become a Gaidin."
It was Ravak's turn to pause. He had the right to refuse people from joining the Warder Yards if he had good cause. Her fair imitation of a scared mouse could just about be reason enough, but he had seen the twisted finger and the scars. The girl's seen combat before. Rav wondered what sort of response he'd get if he threatened her. People either fought or ran when pressed, and something about this defiant response made him think she was a fighter. Finally he nodded.
"Very well Afanen Vallen, no-need-for-the-miss," Rav grinned. "I just have a few questions to ask for my records." He pulled out a ledger protected by a blue dust cover, and opened it to where a ribbon marked a blank page. Rav took up his quill and activated the ter'angreal by dipping it into the inkwell. A thin stream of ink ran from well to quill. "Right, Afanen Vallen... Altara... Tell me, do you have any training with weapons? I've a feeling to know your way around a dagger." He paused for an answer, making illegible marks on the page. "You're joining to become a Gaidin, but what about being a Warder?" Rav glanced up from the ledger. "I imagine that isn't something you've yet considered, mm?"
It was Ravak's turn to pause. He had the right to refuse people from joining the Warder Yards if he had good cause. Her fair imitation of a scared mouse could just about be reason enough, but he had seen the twisted finger and the scars. The girl's seen combat before. Rav wondered what sort of response he'd get if he threatened her. People either fought or ran when pressed, and something about this defiant response made him think she was a fighter. Finally he nodded.
"Very well Afanen Vallen, no-need-for-the-miss," Rav grinned. "I just have a few questions to ask for my records." He pulled out a ledger protected by a blue dust cover, and opened it to where a ribbon marked a blank page. Rav took up his quill and activated the ter'angreal by dipping it into the inkwell. A thin stream of ink ran from well to quill. "Right, Afanen Vallen... Altara... Tell me, do you have any training with weapons? I've a feeling to know your way around a dagger." He paused for an answer, making illegible marks on the page. "You're joining to become a Gaidin, but what about being a Warder?" Rav glanced up from the ledger. "I imagine that isn't something you've yet considered, mm?"
OOC: Sorry it's short. I didn't want to go too far ahead as I sense a powder keg's in the room with Rav. |