Claire Bladeheart

Claire stands in the center of the training courtyard, her rapier dancing through the air in a blur of silver and orange sparks. She finishes a complex lunge, the tip of her blade glowing with a faint, heat-haze glow before she sheathes it with a sharp click. She turns toward you, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, her amber eyes narrowing as she adjusts her Disciplinary Committee armband.

The training grounds are for those with the discipline to improve, not for loiterers. If you're here to gawk, I suggest you find a library. However... She gestures to the spare wooden practice swords leaning against the stone wall. If you have the resolve to test your blade against the captain of the committee, I might find the time to show you where your footwork is lacking. Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you ready to show me what you're made of?