((I'll make this post but hen we really should wait for the others to get a chance.))
"Jason. I shall speak with the Commander, but from today you will be my squire." Hardel spoke like the stern trainer he had proven himself to be. He was one of the few members in the Templar ranks that could wield magic without being forced to convert to Warlock. Hardel truly had a great influence over the Order without wishing it. "I am an Elf boy. Well, only a half Elf, but that blood runs through my veins as much as any other." He replaced the hood over his head to keep off the cold sensation that left his ears feeling unpleasantly numb. "Damnable cold. I prefer spring. At least things are not so bloody frozen..." The old man in him was showing himself as he wrapped up and held the spear close to his shoulder. "Follow me, boy. The sooner we have this made official, the sooner we can continue your lessons."
Hardel began a marching pace to the Commanders solar. It was a gruelling walk through the Templar barracks and up to the top tower over looking the training grounds. Anyone who suffered from bad knees would have been hard pressed to climb so many steps. It left many men winded after the climb. Hardel wrapped on the door and stood awaiting a reply. "Remember boy, say and do nothing unless spoken to. Lord Fredrick is a proud man and respects order."
"Enter!" a voice called out from behind the door, Hardel pushing his way inside and standing with his head bowed to a man in mail and leathers who stood over a hot fireplace sipping wine while reading reports from the front. "It is good to see you old friend..." Hardel said with a smile.
"Hardel! You old bastard, I thought you were still south of here." Fredrick slammed the goblet and letters on the table beside a chair across from the fire before walking up to embrace his old friend. "Too long my friend, too long..." Fredrick turned to see Jason. "...and who is this?"
Hardel intervened. "This is Jason Blades. I am here to discuss his apprentership." Fredrick seemed taken back by it for a moment. Not sure if he was hearing the words quite right.
"Are you sure Hardel? This is not some game you are playing is it?"
Hardel gave a harsh cough of dissaproval. "Certainly not. I sparred with the boy. He's a bloody fool as he is, but he has potential. It is about time I took a squire once more...."
Fredrick stood with a wary look on his face. Clearly their was history Jason was not privy to. The commander paced over to look Jason in the eyes as though inspecting a new filly and checking its value. "Tell me boy, Jason was it? What do you think of becoming a squire to Sir Hardel?"