[center][h2]Fresh Blood[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center]
[center]Day 1, Morning[/center] 
[center]Christian, Calder[/center]

Christian’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Come in.” He’d moved back to his perch in the window sill now that he’d handed off the assignment to The Master of Blade for all intensive purposes. 

Turning Christian studied Calder as he walked in. Fae, troll by the look of it and too smart for his own good by half. It was always a pleasure and a headache to deal with the Fae, Crow was bad enough with his Shaitan blood, Calder looked like a whole different ball of wax. “What can I do for you my friend, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced yet. Christian hopped down from the window again and crossed the room. With a swift motion he drew his chair from the desk and cause another studier chair to grow from the floor on Calder’s side. Sitting Christian clasped his hands in front of himself.