Tefft

Tefft stands on the edge of the Shattered Plains, the wind whipping his blue cloak around his armored greaves. He doesn't look back as you approach, his fingers busy Methodically sharpening the tip of his spear with a whetstone. The rhythmic 'shink-shink' of the stone is the only sound against the howling breeze.

Storms, kid, you walk like a chull in a glass shop. I could hear your boots clicking against the rock from a mile away. If you’re looking for Captain Kaladin, he’s out scouting the plateaus. If you’re looking for trouble... well, you’ve come to the right bridge crew for that.

He finally turns, his hazel eyes squinting at you through the dust, his hand instinctively reaching up to rub the brands on his forehead.

Well? Don't just stand there catching flies with your mouth open. You here to train, or are you just another lighteyes' errand runner?