Rand awoke with the dawn of a new day, the first rays of the morning shining through the single window of his room. It had been three days since he had bolted awake in a cold sweat after having a strange dream, some beings called Titans and wished to make him a 'Champion' to do their bidding. He had refused them and had become 'Branded.' What it truly meant he did not know but since that day he became acutely aware of all like forms around him, much like what he learned from Druidic Magic, though that was not the extent of it. Rand found that if he focused on a plant or an insect for a few moments he could sap the very life energy from it. He told no one of the dream or these new abilities and now, days later, he lay in his bed, clad in his undergarments with a thin sheet over him. 

The young man swung his legs over the side of his bed, placing his bare feet on the wooden floor and resting his elbows on his knees, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He pushed himself up and walked the short distance across the room to a bin of clean, cool water. Cupping his hands he scooped up a handful of water, splashing it onto his face before grabbing a nearby rag to dry it. Finally feeling refreshed and fully awake Rand moved to his moderately sized wardrobe from which he pulled a pair of woolen trousers, socks, and a tunic in which he dressed. Next Rand stepped over to the armor rack beside the wardrobe and donned the chain mail shirt, plate armor, leather boots and gloves as well as strapping his great sword across his back. Finally he put on the deep blue cloak he was often seen walking around in, the hilt of his sword poking out from under it.

Finally fully dressed Rand exited the room, stepping out into a long hallway lined with doors all leading to rooms similar to his own. Walking down the hall and down a staircase Rand entered into the main hall of the guild, the smell of cooking food and the din of the guild. The hall a large room with two long tables running parallel to one another where many of the guild members sat, eating and chatting with one another, though Rand payed little attention to it all his eyes were drawn to a group near the main doors. A small group of Hehamian soldiers were trying to convince members of the guild to aid in the war against Hawic, Rand's former home, while some his guild mates repeatedly told the soldiers they hunted beasts or lost artifacts, not fight in wars. 

Soon the disgruntled soldiers left and Sentinels returned to their seats and Rand moved to an empty seat near them. He turned to one of them, [color=RoyalBlue]"What did those soldiers want?"[/color] He knew of course why they had been there but he asked anyway. The man turned to answer Rand, his brow still furrowed in annoyance [color=Sienna]"They were trying to get us to join that damned war of theirs with Hawic. Sent them on their way of course, we'll have no part of that idiocy.. Say, Rand, you're originally from Hawic yourself aren't you? Feeling any mixed allegiances with this war?" [/color] In response Rand grunted and shook his [color=RoyalBlue]"Of course not, my allegiance is with the guild. Besides you said yourself this war is utterly ridiculous to begin with, it shouldn't have ever happened...[/color] He let his voice simply trail off, leaving the discussion hovering. Around him his guild mates took up the conversation, one mentioning the raven haired man with the crooked nose that had recently been seen around Heham and yet another spoke of rumors of a golden eyed woman in Hawic. Rand sat for the moment, listening to the conversations around him and occasionally providing his own input on the matters.