The last of the Templar recruits fell on the ground with a satisfying *THUD*. Azmun was now the only one standing in the make-shift arena, while 4 Templars were either struggling to stand on all fours all were simply lying on the snowy ground. The daemon was not smiling, in spite of his apparent victory, he wanted more, he wanted something better. [b]"Alright, alright, that's enough."[/b] an older Templar with a few gray hairs spoke from the side which made Azmun turn his gaze and mutter [b]"No."[/b] he then turned to completely face the trainer [b]"I want more. I want better."[/b] That made the old Templar frown and sigh [b]"Forget it Daemon. The purpose of training is exactly that, train. Not to amuse you. Now get moving and let me get back to my job"[/b] Azmun could feel rage flowing through him [i]How dares a human speak to me like that?![/i] he thought and nothing would have made him happier than to rip his head off with his bare hands, eat his skull and burn the rest....but he didn't. He couldn't.[i]Must remember the Contract.[/i] he recalled and with a long hard breath he calmed his nerves, dropped the blunted swords from his hands, letting them fall on the snowy ground, turned around and left with long, quick strides.

His Contract was clear and dare not break it. Under his human form he didn't look very different from any other Templar, long dark brown hair, a stern and hard face with a bit of a stubble, he even wore some of their hard leather armor and while walking through the training yard he took the liberty of taking a pair of steel longswords and sheathed them on his belt. As he was about to walk away from the weapons rack he was stopped by the voice of another Templar, he sighed, this one will probably start to "scold" him about taking their weapons. He was wrong. This one actually told him something that made him smile [b]"You're one of the Daemons right?"[/b] Azmun wasn't exactly sure how they could tell, but it didn't really matter. [b]"You better head inside, the Master of Contracts asks for your presence"[/b]. Azmun didn't waste any second longer to talk to the lad, he strode right past him and headed inside. 

The Daemon was smiling a small grin, if the Master of Contracts was calling for him then he must have a task which means he might get the battle that he craved for all day. Azmun had a hunch where Alastair might be waiting for him so he quickly headed through the hallways of the citadels, pushing his way through the crowd focused on reaching his destination. Eventually he reached the room in question...only to see that he was a bit late as there already were 3 other people standing there. One he recognized one, Iabor, his helm and long white hair were unique to him and hard to miss, but the other two were new faces to him, just 2 humans. Azmun sighed deeply and then approached the 'white knight' with a tap on his shoulder [b]"I assume I'm not the only one called here for duty then? Any idea what this is about?"[/b] Azmun was still grinning, he prayed for battle,