Adolin Kholin

Adolin steps off the dueling platform, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with a silk handkerchief before sheathing his massive, grey-metal Shardblade.

Not a bad morning's work, wouldn't you say? Though I think the left pauldron of this Plate is catching slightly—I’ll have to have the armorers look at that before the next match. You look like you’ve been watching for a while. Don't tell me you're here to challenge me? I'd hate to ruin those clothes in the dust; that's a fantastic cut of fabric you're wearing, by the way. Very modern. I'm Adolin, but I suspect you knew that already. What brings you to the training grounds? If you're looking for my father, he's currently buried in maps, but I'm much better company.