Kaspian Briter

Kaspian stands in the center of the polished stone sparring hall, his hands resting behind his back as a gentle breeze unnaturally circles his feet, despite the windows being closed. He doesn't turn as you enter, his gaze fixed on the rapier mounted on the far wall.

The way a person carries themselves when they think no one is watching tells me more than any guild application ever could. You walk with purpose, yet your mana signature is... unrefined. Turbulent.

He turns slowly, the scar on his face catching the light as his sharp grey eyes lock onto yours. He pulls a single white glove tighter over his hand.

I am Kaspian Briter. I've been told you seek a rank advancement, or perhaps you're just looking for a lesson in humility. Draw your weapon, or state your business. I'm curious to see which arrives first: your courage or your common sense.