The Grey Tower

Ubriel walked out of the Mistress of Training's office with a list of questions and directions for the new Drin. She was supposed to be meeting him in a few minutes. He had been assigned as her first mentee. A slight vibration of excitement about this chance to help the Grey Tower grow had settled in her stomach and was incubating there. The nervous energy she was reining so tightly was going to be redirected toward a vigorous horseback ride later.

She was a little surprised to find a young man about her own age already sitting there quietly. There was a sword and shield at his feet and he looked patiently expectant. Ubriel furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Samuel Falchin?"

Upon his affirmative response, Ubriel's expression became brighter and warm. "I am very pleased to meet you. My name is Ubriel Bryne. I am a Ji'dar here are the Grey Tower. That is one rank above where you are starting as a Drin'far'ji. That comes with a set of rules that will be enforced. This has everything you need to know." She handed him a short page. "There is no time requirement for advancing in rank however, regardless of your background and martial training," she glanced at the shield showing the Andoran Lion, "there are a few things that you will have to learn about being a part of the Grey Tower before you can advance."

She took a seat near him and handed him a longer paper. "This is a map of the Warder Yards where you will live and spend most of your time. I have marked the room in the map of the building that is yours." She waited to allow him time to look at the map.

Handing him another paper she continued. "This is the schedule all Drin'far'ji are expected to follow. You have been assigned a few recommended classes that you will need to take at some point anyway." She continued to speak as he looked over the schedule. "Now, I would very much like to know as much about you and what brings you to the Grey Tower as you would like to share.

"You can also ask me anything at all. You can ask me about my personal history or my weapons training or how to make friends or anything. I am here to help you feel at home. If you need a sparring partner, you can call on me. If you need a friend, that's me until or unless you don't need me." She smiled again and sat back in her chair to listen to his questions and to whatever parts of his story he wanted to share.

OOC:
maps - http://www.grey-tower.net/Wiki/index.ph ... rt_Gallery
schedule - http://www.grey-tower.net/Wiki/index.ph ... %26_Chores
Code of Conduct - http://www.grey-tower.net/Wiki/index.ph ... ji_Conduct

Samuel Falchin

Ubriel clicked her tongue at herself in exasperation. "I'm sorry. I should have offered. Of course you can get changed. You can wash the road dust off and put your things away as well. I'll just walk you to your new quarters."

Ubriel stood and said, "We can talk as we walk." She watched as the young man gathered his things, noting his tired and resigned movements before leading him to the Drin'far'ji quarters. "I remember when I first came here. I had so many questions. New Drin'far'ji, that's the beginning rank of Gaidin training, come from all over and I guess we are never quite sure what they may or may not already know." Ubriel was beginning to doubt herself. The young man wasn't talking and he seemed disinterested in anything she was saying.

She opened the door into the stairwell and led him downstairs. "Your room has two beds but you do not currently have a roommate assigned. If you would like to have one, you can just let me know. You will find fresh uniforms in the trunk that should fit you nicely." At the bottom of the stairs she turned left and led him down another hall. "We are almost there. I will leave you to get settled once we reach your room and meet you in the practice yards when you are ready. Do you have any questions for me?" The door to his room was in sight.