Avanir looked up at Kahgon.
“Ones enough. You know I cant eat five bowls. If we do we’ll eat the Guild out of business. Plus I’ve got to run around and protect you remember. You know coz your so fat from the food and cant move.” He laughed showing it was in jest as Kahgon sat down opposite him. The laugh transforming his face from dark and haunted to normal, but it soon returned to its natural look. He waited until Kahgon got his food before speakingWhile waiting he turned to Zoran and spoke.
“How’s your training going. Are you still practising with your katana everyday?” Avanir’s face showed there would be only one right answer for him.
“Come practise one day. I’ll help with any faults you’ve got.”Avanir saw Calahna serve Kahgon so started up his conversation with him.
“The new recruits?” He didn’t elaborate, he knew Kahgon would understand his meaning. He wanted a report on how the recruits were going. What was the groups like, and who needed to leave. As he listened he leaned back in his chair, nodding.
“Any true warriors? Or they just the normal bunch of jumped-up shits looking for glory.” Avanir nodded at Kahgon’s response.
“And the new dragon? What type? How will it fair here? Freedom or captive?” After talking about the new dragon the two of them discussed training recruits and when to practise in the afternoon. While they were talking Thora came behind Zoran and snickered, the sound of her laughter making Avanir’s hand instinctively touch the hilt of his dagger. Sighing at his reaction he shook his head before carrying on eating and talking. As he finished his breakfast Avanir got up and handed his bowl to a passing server.
“I better go. I want to see this new dragon. Kahgon, Zoran, Thora.” He nodded once at all of them before he left the hall, sliding between the tables and chairs with unnatural grace born from years of dodging sword strokes. As he opened the door he came face to face with Damiana. He nodded to her then brushed past walking.
Avanir passed some new trainees but didn’t bother them yet. Not until the second bell rang indicating the start of training would he start there training. He unsheathed his long dagger from its sheath and spun it gently in his hand. As he made his way towards the dome he spotted a tree a few metres to his right. Without slowing his walking pace he flicked the dagger quickly. He watched it as it spun and lodged into the wood, the blade quivering in the bark. Altering his course to yank the blade out, he carried on his path towards the tall dome.
Avanir stopped. His eyes blinked rapidly as his grip on the dagger tightened so his hand was white. Collapsing to his knees, he bent over and roared. Pain, anger and sadness all expressed in an unearthly roar that tore at his throat. He stabbed the dagger into the ground, and writhed on the ground. His free hand curled up the dirt, the dmap earth squeezing between his fingers. As the wave of pain rolled over him and dissipated he opened his eyes slowly. Avanir rolled back onto his knees and panted as he looked around. A few people were staring at him or moving towards him but he waved them away with a earth stained hand. Snatching his dagger from the dirt he got to his feet and staggered slowly towards the dome. The only difference from before the attack was the small tear rolling down his face. He dashed it away and wiped the dirty blade on his trousers before sheathing it. He was always angry after an ‘attack.’ Storming off, Avanir went closer to the dome. He could see Sigil and the new dragon entering, under the gate, as he watched through the wrought iron and Celelyrium bars. He wanted to see the dragon in action. Sighing he kneeled in the dry dirt and watched.
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