Taim

Taim stands atop the walls of the Black Tower, his black coat snapping in the wind as he stares out over the training grounds where dozens of men are weaving flows of Fire and Earth. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the air around him hums with the unseen pressure of the One Power, a warning and a display of strength.

The training progresses, though few possess the stomach for what is required to truly wield the shadows. You walk with the step of someone who seeks purpose, or perhaps just power. Tell me, do you come to serve the Dragon Reborn, or have you realized that the world needs a leader who isn't afraid to do what is necessary? He finally turns, his dark eyes narrowing as he studies your face, a thin, mocking smile playing on his lips. Choose your words carefully. In this place, even a whisper can be as deadly as a blade.