Kaedas wandered through the Citadel, his cloak protecting him from most of the cold. The Grands Warlock's reaction was exactly as he'd expected. Still, the dismissive tone grated on his every nerve. As he watched the trainees sparring in the snow-covered yard he felt a strange longing; before he discovered his magical abilities his father had trained him in fencing and the art of war, he had thoroughly enjoyed his lessons. Not that he wanted to be powerless, but he found the act of swinging a sword somewhat relaxing.

As he stepped from the archway and into the training yard, all action stopped and heads turned toward him. 'Don't mind me' he said 'I merely find swordplay entertaining and would love to watch'

He brought his hands up to and lowered the hood of his robes. He sensed the trainees' unease as they met his ghostly eyes. A smirk crossed his face and he stood there with his arms crossed. 'Well, let's see what the Templars' newest recruits can do.'