[h3][color=662d91]Vale Azsier[/color][/h3]

  The Dark Elf didn’t seem to fit in to the look of the forge, the sharp yet elegant looks of both himself and his armor seemed to contrast the rugged, dirt, and colorful look of the room and its contents. The younger dwarf seemed to change his attitude at the sight of him, even his posture called out the weariness in his body language. Vale did not shift his attitude or body language in the slightest, for he knew he could easily over power them both if he needed too.

  He turned to the older dwarf as he approached and watched as he attempted to calm the young dwarf’s uneasiness. Again he paused as he listened to the man before him address himself, “[color=92278f]Vale Azsier, at your service[/color]” he smiled with the smile and look of a predator. Grasping the dwarf’s hand for a moment with a hand shake, his hand although smaller was not smooth like royalty but rough and callused like a well-trained soldier.

  Letting go of the Dwarf’s hand and straightening his back he turned toward the other dwarf and nodded, [color=92278f]“do not worry young dwarf, I am here to learn just as you are. I would not do anything to jeopardize my enrollment here.” [/color]Again he smiled before turning and moving back to the seats, he found one that was toward the back of the room and away from the entrances. Quietly and carefully the Dark Elf pulled a small note book with a small bottle and writing feather, here he would wait for the class to start. Vale had no intention on volunteering for any class work and would simply stay in the back and occasionally take notes as he watched.

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