Yriel slumped against the wall of yet another alley. Distracting a group of Seanchan soldiers, he had gotten himself slightly lost in the labyrinth like streets of Ebou Dar. He winced as the arrow shaft through his side moved, while he shifted his weight. Luckily, he hadn't lost too much blood yet and he was still alive. But that was about all the good luck he had received this night. He had cuts on his arms and damaged armour from running, well hobbling, into the enemy soldiers. He liked to think his distractions had saved a few lives, and that was the important thing. Pulling a bandage from a pouch wrapped around his arm, tightening it he let out a grunt. He may have to let someone put maggots in that one and his side. Unfortunately he didn't have enough time to bind that one. Sighing he pulled himself up off the wall and started in what he assumed was the right direction.

After wandering round for another full hour, Yriel was about ready to scream in frustration. He hadn't run into any more Seanchan, or for that matter any of the Band. He had no idea where he was at all anymore. After hearing shuffling off to his right, he ducked behind a stall front. Drawing his sword through a rag to muffle the sound he waited before slowly ducking his head around the shadowed side to look across the street. It was yet another Seanchan patrol, he let out a hissed curse that would make a fisherman baulk. His crossbow hung useless at his side, one of the lathes had snapped in half, he kept it in the hope of repairing it and the fact that if his sword broke, it would make a half decent club. Yriel watched as the Seanchan drew closer to him, they were going to find him any second. Sucking in a deep breath, he ran quietly up to the closest who had turned away at the perfect moment. Ramming his sword up under the back of the soldiers breast plate he quickly withdrew it again and took a step back to a solid guard position, trying to stay calm as the man's 3 companions saw their comrade fall to the ground revealing Yriel behind.

The three began to rush at him but as he did so the other two fell to the ground, one with a knife in the back of the neck, the other in front of a pissed off looking Arinth. Yriel felt hope returning to him. I mean even if they were lost as well the three of them still had a better chance of surviving as a trio. Yriel was brought out of his thoughts as his opponents blade hit his breast plate bruising his collar and winding him from the force. Yriel managed to parry set of blows and strike the man's hip before elbowing him in the face.

Hobbling over to his friends Yriel smirked. “I assume that I've been causing such havoc among the enemy lines, you two came to congratulate me.” He leaned on his sword pushing the tip into the ground taking weight off of his hip. His cocky response was all bluff, surely those two hadn't got as lost as he had so why were they here?

OOC: Sorry for the huge delay uni deadlines have been kicking my ass

Yriel had dived into the bush for a moment before wiping the mango off of his shirt. He sighed, it hadn't been what could be called clean before but now it was soaked it the slightly fetid fruit juice, He would need to find a washerwoman to fix it last thing he wanted during a long march was a bug to come and sting him after mistaking his sent for that of the mango. As he wiped he noticed a new person appear one who he didn't recognize in the slightest.

He watched the proceedings with a smirk and used the distractions to stockpile fruit. Once he was ready he began hurling handfuls of fruit at the trio in front of him. Giving no mercy to the newcomer with the strange contraptions.

However while he was switching location, rather sneakily in his opinion, he felt several not so solid blows explode round the back of his head causing him to fall to the ground rather flatly. Letting out a low groan Yriel sat up at his knees seeing three smirking faces. Apparently he was not as sneaky as he thought he was.

Pushing himself up, Yriel nursed his damaged ego by dodging a quick volley and smacking Arkin on the back of the head with a particularly ripe mango before retreating to a safe distance. He must remember to keep as many of them in sight as possible.

Yriel sneaks into the ogier store while Faran is distracted by Arkin and the privates. Unfortunatly finds a cask of wine before anything else and gets rather distracted partaking of its contents.

Yriel wanders whistling nonchalantly into an ogier grove. "What I'm not here for anything." *shuffels up to store wall*

Yriel wiped a mix of sweat and grime from his forehead. He had been quietly waiting in the courtyard for the rest of the squad when two had run in, one with a wounded arm, it seemed someone had missed a a set of guards and that these two had run the risk of carrying their weapons openly. Luckily before he was forced to take charge the sergeant in charge of the squad arrived late and also bloodied. It appeared that the poor man had been forced to clear up his other subordinates mess. He noted that the men that the other men who had been supposed to appear with the older man weren't there, casualties already.

"Change of plan." The scarred man barked out more loudly than Yriel felt comfortable with considering this was meant to be a stealth mission at this stage. "You, you're going use that milksop crossbow of yours and draw any guards into an ambush." Yriel held in a pained sigh. The man had probably mistaken him for a scout, since despite his slight bulking up as a result of training and enjoyably regular meals, he was still rangier than most of the other infantrymen, Arinth, for example. But Yriel did not dispute the order. Drawing and loading his crossbow he took the lead as the small squad moved through the place. Twice he had turned a corner heard a shout and shot the person from whom the noise originated before running back to the rest of the squad behind him. Both times he was glad of all the training he had done with Arinth and Mehrin. The blade felt right in his hand now he had just about parried the blows quick enough and had taken one of the Seanchan down with a brutal stab through the face of the helmet after the injured man had blocked a heavy blow.

Finally out of their area they moved quicker now through the area's of squads, that had been given better luck by the creator, seeing the knocked out and dead guards as they passed. Eventually, they found their way to the edge of the palace. Leaving through the side door Yriel sprinted across the open street around the palace and ducked into an alleyway. He signalled the others to run out. Arrows with odd fletchings struck the three as they crossed street. The blood bubbled from the throat of the sergeant as he fell to the ground. Yriel shrunk into the shadow, just on the cusp of escaping they had been caught. Now he was all that was left, he watched when he knew he should have been running but he couldn't do anything other than sit and watch as his comrades slowly bleed out on the muddy ground. He sat there watching from behind a crate as the Seanchan appeared to search the bodies. One had a plume of feathers in his helmet. Feeling oddly cold inside he placed a bolt into into his crossbow and slowly stood, still wreathed in shadow. None of the soldiers noticed him, he aimed gently shifting, acting like he was hunting again, not a single sudden movement until he squeezed the trigger. The officer's plumes fell to the ground before he slowly slumped and fell over the end of the bolt protruding only slightly from the helmet where the plumes had been connected.

Dropping low behind the crate before the other soldiers turned to look, Yriel slowly drew his sword in one hand and picked a bolt of his quiver with the other. He heard the soldier's scared voices, that couldn't work out where the shot came from. He heard them go in separate directions, only one towards him. He was glad it was one person he had a chance, two he'd be dead, and he'd be able to to get some small revenge. He hadn't known the others in his squad well. However they were still part of the band and should not die in vain. He could at least tie up some troops searching for him. He made himself as small as possible waiting. Yriel had some small luck, the soldier walked straight passed bow drawn focused on the windows above rather than ground. He supposed anyone with have a brain would have run as soon as they saw the others go down, unless they were someone like Mehrin. Yriel ran up behind the Seanchan and shoved the bolt through a gap at the back of his armour, the man screamed as he turned and Yriel shouted in pain as he felt an arrow stab through his side. As the Seanchan dropped to the floor he looked down at his side, the arrow had gone straight through, he saw the barbed end protruding. He limped forward away from the scene toward the path the escape wagon should take hoping he wouldn't miss it.

well done bard babe *grabs a very large mug*

for me its the summer stealing time everyone wants me to do things that involve being away from my laptop :p

Yriel maintained the downcast eyes he had copied off of the real servants as he passed through the great gilded halls and even through the servants passages. He had only occasionally noticed any of the other infiltrators through glances, mainly he spent most of his energy on not grimacing a being a light-cursed servant again, and too top it off all to save what he assumed to be a noble considering he was presently residing in a palace. Try as he might he couldn't remember why he had volunteered for this mission, only when he had glanced at Arinth one day, bumbling along did he remember, one of the party ought to know how to behave properly in case something went wrong. Yriel sighed as he walked around carrying servants uniforms, rather frustratingly one of the jobs dropped on him by the head servants had been to acquire new uniforms after some had mysteriously disappeared on the way to the washers. He strode into a main hallway taking a short cut and hoping not to be seen by a lord or lady he noticed a red scarf on a door handle out of the corner of his eye and almost shouted in joy, instead he let out a gentle breath he had been holding for the last several days.

As the night came Yriel strode quickly through the halls, nodding to the odd servant polishing a side board, dancing round those washing floors but constantly moving with a purpose, dissuading anyone trying to rope him into their work, the scowl on his face helped to accentuate this, he could not pull it off as well as Arinth let alone Mehrin. Light, that man's scowl would probably scare a myrddraal into leaving him alone. Following the map in his mind Yriel found his way to the torch lit courtyard. He checked his sides finding his weapons securely fastened, it had felt strange to him not having them during his brief return to his old lifestyle, which in itself had seemed weird to him. He took out a crossbow bolt from a hidden pouch and flicked it around his fingers awaiting the others appearance. As a way of telling others he had pinned up a strip of red fabric near the entrance to several servants quarters, seeing as he seemed to manage to miss all those among the infiltators who he knew especially when he could do with a hand. He hoped they would notice a spread the word further.

I read my favourite books and let my mind wander around more random stories in my head, rather than writing them down, just to help free myself up a bit.

Yriel gladly took Arinth's hand and stood up as the pain in his leg quickly lessoning with his basic massage. However once he was upright he continued to stretch his legs and muscles, forcing out knots before they formed. He couldn't see how he'd defend if the older man's defence got any faster or more ingenious, but he supposed that was because he was inexperienced and couldn't see Arinth's next move, at least not consciously.

"Hopefully, I won't have too many broken bones by the time my defence is good enough." He said twisting his neck to work out a kink that had probably developed on one of his many trips to the flat of his back during the sparring.

Yriel sipped at a water-skin still a bit short on breath to take down the fluid in the gulps he wanted. Looking round Yriel was surprised by the variation in fighting styles and weapons. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen so many weapons in one place, admittedly training weapons but still. He supposed it was a result of an army of different nationalities. He was beginning to understand why the band was such an effective fighting force. Light training had nearly killed him, so the heavy training probably would. Watching the dagger fighters and spear-man reminded Yriel he'd probably ought to put in some hours on the range with his crossbow.

Looking at the sky Yriel wished a cloud would appear to cover up the almost offensively hot sun. The dust kicked up by the training clung to the sweaty of his arm and neck, and his hair clumped and knotted together, all in all he was looking rather the worse for wear despite as Arinth insisted on reminding him that this was only the beginning of Mehrin's campaign to toughen up the soldiers. He could not by the creator understand why Arinth was smiling.

Yriel waited as he watched Arinth's blank gaze pass over him, or maybe through him, he wasn't really sure which. The man's response assuaged some of his fears but left a good few remaining he'd once tried to use a staff when being taught by his lord's bodyguards it had ended so badly all parties had agreed he should never try to use it again. Then again that was a good few years ago now so maybe he should try to expand his horizon's. What if his sword broke in battle or his crossbow jammed and he didn't get the chance to retrieve it.

As they walked into the camp Yriel tried very hard not to stare however he did not entirely succeed. The camp seemed to him to go on for ever he had never seen so many people in a single view. Cities had buildings to block the view but here there was just a sea of low tents with the occasional high tent of an officer raising above the pickets. He watched the men as well as they passed by on the way into the camp. He hadn't heard this much noise in a long time either the clanging of blacksmiths mixed with the calls of sergeants drilling men sometimes in formation other times just for combat.

They came to a stop so suddenly that he almost walked straight into Arinth, as he had been too distracted by looking around. He nodded to the clerk as Arinth introduced him.

"I'll see you around then." Yriel replied simply to Arinth as he was led inside the tent. Signing up was a fairly simple affair in turned out, a quick poke into why he wanted to join and his life, probably to check he wasn't a criminal and an idiot. An explanation of the contract, which Yriel felt was a bit constricting but doubted anyone would hold him to it if he disappeared. After the explanation was over Yriel looked at the contract for a few minutes. He had searched for the band for over a year, and here he was mulling it over rather than just jumping in. He sighed and signed his name at the end of the contract and became a member of the Band of the Red Hand.

ooc: think i'll finish it there

no worries it appears we were all on holiday

Yriel growled as he felt a boot kick him in his ribs, grumpily he looked up towards the owner of the boot that had so cruelly awakened him from a rather nice dream involving a rather nice barmaid he'd known near Cairhein. Blinking he looked at the man expecting the usual site of a disgruntled guard or farmer wanting to move him on quickly. Slowly, as he sat up, recognition crawled up from the deeper parts of his slowly waking mind. Arinth, he remembered as he recalled the previous evenings events.

Nodding along to what the soldier said, Yriel held in his yawn and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. He was looking forward to the breakfast despite the smallness, however that was nothing compared the excitement of the idea of finally reaching the Band's main camp, it seemed like a long time since he'd wanted anything that much. Scoffing down the dried meat and more slowly savouring the fruit,Yriel watched the scouts pack up the temporary camp. Once finished he stood up and stretched before waiting for the others to move so he could follow.

He kicked up the dirt onto his boots, a luck habit he'd developed over his travels. He could only hope he was allowed to retain some of his individuality he'd developed since leaving his life as a servant especially when you considered his current plan was to become an infantryman who used a crossbow instead of a more useful close range weapon, like, well pretty much anything. He was beginning to temper his excitement at worry then again he supposed he could always run. Looking at the countryside and forest as they slowly moved through, he noticed Arinth by far made the most noise out of the three of them. He wasn't really used to chatting while not hiding anything so for the most part Yriel spent the walk back in silence, until the worry of the loss of individuality became too much for him and he suddenly broke the relative silence.

"They won't make me change my weapons, I spent too long learning how to use these ones. And they won't make me relentlessly polish my boots or make me sign up for life under threat of death." He more spilled his worries out of his throat than said them.

im going to the east coast of greece, been to the area before and its nnice

Yriel groaned as he saw both men's eyes go straight for his book. Sometimes the wheel just wasn't fair others, it just seemed to want a good laugh. Dropping his book and he drew his sword as the mango sailed towards him, he swatted it with the side of the blade as it got close. His one-handed aim, unlike Arkin's, was rewarded with the mango exploding in a shower of rotten fruit all over him. The wheel was defiantly laughing at him today.

"Light cursed mango." He swore as he began pulling small pieces of fruit out of his hair, clothes and crossbow. He wiped his blade on his trousers before he leaning down and picking up his book sliding it into his jacket. Scabbarding his sword he brought his ever cocked crossbow up to hold with both hands. He walked forward towards the pair. The rabbit bouncing off the front of his thigh. Watching Arkin's juggling he smirked. The little Cairhein man would have made a good gleeman by his estimate. He turned to Arinth.

"In compensation I claim a drink off one of your flasks." he smirked outrageously at Arinth, he could bet the man would be fumbling for some way to get out of giving him his precious booze. Yriel was willing to bet none of the flasks the man carried ever had water in. He rested his crossbow on his shoulder leaving him one hand free should another piece of fruit come flying at him from either of the men.

Yriel stood up and stretched out his back before turning to face Arinth again. He mentally sighed a break was only a gap between two things so it was inevitable that he'd have to start again. He nodded his way through the large man's rambling, basically be strong but don't get slow. The second was basics as Yriel began flowing into his attacks listening to the voice of experience as he did so , but all the time trying not to think and just move when he felt there may be gap and despite Arinth's warnings to to over exert himself he could feel himself tiring as he kept raining blow in, trying to give his opponent as little time as possible to move to the next defensive position. A rather large sweat drop stung his his as it dropped of his brow, he'd never been so glad that he kept his hair tied back. His hands were become sore from the constant shifting of position and wear on the un-calloused skin. He wished he'd spent more time developing harder skin now.

Yriel let out a hard sigh of relief as he was offered a breather, his determination was set hard to learn but his body felt it was about to seize up on him. He couldn't hold a wince of pain as Arinth mentioned him now going on the defence. Light becoming a soldier was going to kill him. He supposed the training made sense though who was to say the tide of a battle wouldn't turn against the band and they'd have to change from a regular attack to a quick defence. His lips had dried out and he couldn't really summon the breath to muster any response. However he stood up back straight and set his jaw, managing to hold the blade up with the shake only showing at the very tip of the blade. He kept to the balls of the feet moving quickly as the blows started coming in, each one seemingly stronger and faster than the last to him. He almost tripped over his own feet moving backwards and was rewarded with a sharp jab to the ribs, A grunt of air escaped his lips as he grimaced. The pain making him more determined keeping the sword in a steady defence position and only getting shouldered to the dirt a mere handful of times. He was however slightly ashamed at the fact he couldn't counter a single blow that was raining in. Eventually the storm of attack relented and Yriel found himself looking with glazed eyes at Arinth still waiting for a blow that failed to materialize. It was only then he realised that the fool man was smiling at him. It was then when his legs decided to get a rather painful stitch along the muscle forcing Yriel to drop to one knee and massage the leg. Not the most professional thing to do.

Looking up at the older man he smirked

"So how did I do at defence?"

Yriel smirked at the reply to his crossbow, and supposed after studying the small man for a brief second that he could make rather a good scout, after a quick change of clothing anyway. At Arkin's revelation he looked up at him , head tilted and observed him, the man looked a mix of sad and vexed to him. He himself had been taught to read since a early age, mostly due to the Mahjere's doting and the fact she wanted him to get a good job and maybe even eventually to become the male head of servants. A job which required no small amount of report reading, double speak and even some small spy work to keep the house addressed of any upcoming issues. In Tear it wasn't unusual for a man to not be able to read in fact it was probably rare for someone who wasn't being forced or made too learn, among non-nobility anyway.

"I'd be happy to teach you some, not sure I'd be the best at it but I can always help you bribe a clerk or an officer for anything I can't do." Yriel replied with a kind smile on his face. Come to think about it he wasn't sure how you'd even start going about teaching someone something like reading and writing. The only book he had was at the moment was Jain Farstrider's and that was one of the few things he'd stolen from anyone in his life, an inn near Caemlyn.

OOC: Sounds good, I don't mind which Yriel ends up doing.

I'm going on holiday in a week, which i managed to lose track of, i'll be gone for a fortnight and don't know how my internet situation will be..

I'll try and get all my parts wrapped up by then, if he's needed for some reason i trust you guys to npc him temporarily.

Just fair warning. :p

Yriel nodded he had heard talk of some armies where soldiers were expected to buy their own food and pay for everything, but judging by the way Arinth had replied to his question it did not seem to be the case for The Band of The Red Hand. This cheered the man slightly in that it meant he only had to worry about training before returning to Tear for a little vengeance. that, however was not the only reason he had joined the band, he hoped this would turn into his new family, like he had shared with his friends and family in better times. It was a very wet dream not befitting a soldier but it was there none the less. Judging by the way he had seen the scouts acting together it could easily come to fruition, Arinth seemed to like him well enough he hoped all the band were this amiable, to their allies anyway.

As the older man recommended he get some rest, Yriel finally wandered over to his pack. He hadn't been near it since he had lined up his crossbow to aim at that damned deer that had started it all. Then again he supposed if it hadn't been for that deer he may not have met the scouts and gone straight passed the band. Serendipity he supposed, or the art of the creator, either way he had found the band now. He pulled out his bed roll from the pack and laid it down on a patch of bare earth taking of his jacket and laying it over himself to act as a blanket. He smirked to himself as he closed his eyes at his final thought

'Now I've found this place I'll be damned if I run'.

Yriel yawned, he was comfortably sitting under the shade of a rather large oak tree which gave him ample shade. The book lying half happen at his side, attests to why he was out rather than in the camp. Travels of Jain Farstrider, he enjoyed it as a guilty pleasure ever since he left his own home, but was well aware of the ridicule he would be given if he was caught reading it by any of the band. However after the first few hours he had quickly fallen to sleep in the comfortable warm shade. He stretched as he stood up and twisted his neck back a small crack could be heard in the clearing as it snapped into place. He was feeling pleasantly relaxed as he looked around the clearing, as relaxed as he had ever felt while not drunk.

He had already done several chores today and had not had any time off during the day since joining the band, so today after running reports between outlying camps he'd decided to drop of the radar while the weather was nice, it was hard at times like this to believe in anyway those that said the great battle was coming. Yriel checked his sword on his hip and the crossbow propped against a tree next to where he had been resting, he then checked the trap he had set. His traps were now more set out of habit than out of need for food, but it still came in handy with bribing a quartermaster. Luck, one had caught a nice juicy rabbit, he strapped it to his waist.

As he was starting to walk back to camp he heard a voice he recognised.

"Ok, we can't just leave this stuff here. We have to do something with it." Yriel smirked at Arkin's voice, he wandered through a few bushes in the direction of the voice wondering what the small scout of found, he almost sighed when he arrived next to the small group of people and saw the large pile of fruit, he was just hoping he hadn't walked into a food fight in the planning. He checked the quiver of bolts on his hip as he thought the other direction this might go in.

Even Yriel was caught up by Arkin's enthusiasm at almost-not really being done with the work. He looked up at him a smirk on his face. He leant on his shovel again giving his muscles another short break from the strain, the muck was deceptively heavy.

"To be honest my main plan extended as far as join the band, make a few friends, get stronger faster and better at fighting. But now here I'm joining the infantry, despite running round with a crossbow." He still didn't know whether he'd be forced to give up the crossbow and forced to learn the shield or the war axe.

"As to what I enjoy, mostly lounging around in the wilderness occasionally with a book, waiting for one of my traps to be sprung." He must have spent a weeks worth of hours waiting for something to run into his traps. The fact that he was learning to get stronger to take revenge was a fact he planned never to reveal.

"What about you, I'm guessing your not going to join the cavalry yourself?" Even as he said it the image of the small man bouncing around with his assorted pot pans and other noisy trinkets made his smile even larger. He started digging again scrapping up the muck.

Yriel looked over at Arkin as he reacted to his tale he saw a similar pain in the man's eyes as he expected were shown in his own. He felt the link as well, a tale of too old orphans left free and alone in the world. And Light did it feel like the world was getting darker a tales such as theirs were more common. Then again maybe soldiery just collected those with dark pasts or troubled memories. Yriel had to admit, he had craved the companionship he was beginning to find within the band. Yriel gladly took the flask of ale from Arkin and took a long slug of it down his throat.

"To the light and the turning of the wheel, that we'll see them again" He said raising the flask then passing it back to Arkin. He then reached behind his head and undid the leather tie holding his hair up and away from his face letting his hair fall down to hide his face somewhat. He began digging again with a slightly pained look on his face, he still wasn't used to telling anyone his story. He couldn't have risked it on the move, never knew if he was still being looked for or not. Here he was far from Tairen control and the manoeuvrings of flame cursed daes dae'mar.

There was a distinct chink a Yriel felt his arm jar almost painfully as she blade of the shovel hit the stone floor in front of him. There was still a lot to do it buoyed his mood slightly again. Once this was down he was going to find some Ale or spirits and get very drunk, no matter what Mehrin thought at training in the morning.

Yriel kept shovelling hard as he listened to Arkin's story. He wanted to ask questions but the brief tale gave the idea he didn't really want to talk about now, so he left the questioning for now. He didn't see the smirk on Arkin's face as he'd almost lost his balance and fallen face first into the piles of manure, not something that he wanted to do. After finding his balance Yriel stuck his shovel deep into the pile and let out a groan as he realised how much was left. He may have mucked out a stable before but this was almost something else entirely. He only just heard Arkin's question as he began to slip into his own little, non muck filled world.

"Me, oh, I was a servant since birth down in Tear occasional ventured out to do some trapping. I mostly got stuck inside the house and cleaning out the stable was a popular punishment for those of us still young enough to do it." Yriel took a pause and stretched out a crick in his neck leading to a crack. "The rest of the household was blamed for a failure of a main house and all put to death, I was out of the city at the time. I wandered round for a year after that, then decided to join the band and wandered round following rumours till I ran into them." Yriel finished what was his rather depressing tale. He stood still for a moment and leant onto the shovel. Looking at the pile left he noticed that they had already made a half decent dent into the mass of faeces.

Yriel held in a grimace as he was paired with Arinth, the man had fought aiel, compared to that Yriel mas as well have been holding a teaspoon. However he paid attention as Arinth spoke explained concepts to him, he'd never fought as part of battle lines, ashes, he hadn't even seen a battle so most of what the man said seemed to make sense if for honour and comradeship if nothing else. He nodded to show he understood, not that he could contemplate leaving people standing exposed to an enemy and a much more likely death.

As they began sparring Yriel could feel his muscle jarring as the blows reign in, still he held firm. When he didn't his reward was the inevitable pain and bruising of a solid strike, the bruising reminded him to not get hit again at the same time as making oh so much more likely. Still he was presently surprised whenever he managed through luck he was sure, to land a hit on Arkin, once he even accidentally broke what he understood of sparring etiquette and landed a blow on Arinth's head. He noticed as well that Arinth's blows were becoming steadily less vicious, he assumed that the man must have had something to work through.

As the break was called it took most of Yriel's effort to stop himself just slumping to the ground. "Wait till we're in the lines then decide if you feel the same." He said smirking in reply.

He turned to see what Arkin was looking at, now his pairing didn't seem so bad. Watching Mehrin put Arkin through his paces was almost as tiring as the fighting himself had been. They were both so much quicker than he was but then again that was why Yriel wasn't a scout. Still at some time he'd have to work out how to fight people who weren't just infantry.

"As Tired as ever been" Was all he could reply to Arkin's question, he remembered being taught the basics by the guards of the household a good few years ago, from his perspective anyway. pondering Yriel thought about how well he would do in battle, would he have enough luck to get through when he met a properly trained man over steel in anger.

"The only thing you'll be drinking while Mehrin over there is watching, is water. Your body may die from the shock." Yriel maintained a deadpan face for the end of the sentence, he wouldn't really be all that surprised with the amount Arkin drank. He did get the feeling that despite the fact Mehrin was sparring he was watching the pair of them like hawk.

Yriel could pull out his crossbow and trying getting a few with that., maybe the fruits slightly off or something