Kieran finished drawing, although it was more that he was tired of not getting what he wanted, he stood up and cleared his table, looking around, he saw that most people had left [color=f26522][i]"How long was I drawing for?"[/i][/color] Kieran stood up and stretched his arms, one in the air, the other on his head, he rubbed through his hair, unintentionally messing it up a bit. 

Why did he strut around like he owned the place? It was mostly because he was one of the few riders with formal combat training, and tactics was something he'd trained in as well. When he got into fights, he had a plan from the start of it, he observed his opponent's style in the defensive, then he attacked at their weaknesses, at least that's what he did most of the time, sometimes his temper got the best of him, and he attacked blindly. On his first day, when he was young and foolish, he challenged Cloudfury, how foolish a mistake that was, he still didn't know how his arm bent that way. He needed to know his own weaknesses to be successful, and this in itself was his weakness.

Kieran walked over to the main kitchen area, snapping his fingers. [color=f26522][i]"Freya, let's go, we're already way behind, clean or whatever later, we have to catch up."[/i][/color] Kieran then walked towards the door, grabbing his shield and sword from the table he was sitting at, and throwing them onto his back, then he opened the door to the outside, and stepped out.

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