“Oh, I’m sure I’ll meet plenty of potential Warders, in time,” Jaren agreed lightly. For one, he was planning on learning weapon skills himself, sooner or later, so he was guaranteed to run into some of them in the training grounds in the daytime as well. “And I don’t know about better impression. Should I respect someone who came here to seek fame and fortune as a Warder, over one who came here to find a means to help his family?” A rhetorical question. And whether a person sought fame, fortune or simply a purpose — or something else entirely — they all learnt things in the Tower, grew and likely changed a little whether they wanted to or not. One’s purpose for coming to the Tower was hardly the most important factor to judge them on.
Jaren sighed and, with some reluctance, sat up again; he didn’t think he’d actually fall asleep mid conversation, but his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy and he preferred not to take the chance. Not even to see how Johan would react. “I’m going to have to brush this coat before showing up to class in the morning, aren’t I…” he muttered, a little ruefully. “Speaking of which, we should probably try to get some sleep before dawn.” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at Johan again. “Or at least I should; I wouldn’t presume to speak for you.”
Jaren sighed and, with some reluctance, sat up again; he didn’t think he’d actually fall asleep mid conversation, but his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy and he preferred not to take the chance. Not even to see how Johan would react. “I’m going to have to brush this coat before showing up to class in the morning, aren’t I…” he muttered, a little ruefully. “Speaking of which, we should probably try to get some sleep before dawn.” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at Johan again. “Or at least I should; I wouldn’t presume to speak for you.”
