Arn felt both men studying him.  He felt no danger or awkwardness from this.  He actually expected it from veteran soldiers which actually spoke beneficially for the two knights.  They were appraising him not on the looks of his clothes or age but on actual battle efficiency and theat.  He felt it only proper that he would do the same.  It was easy to see that these two had seen many battles.  Real ones at that. The way they held their weapons was very comfortable, very learned.  The knights had managed to meld with their weapons to the point that it was part of them.  Just as one forgets they have toes or arms until they are needed. 
 
The battlemage’s eyes fluttered to Leo, who enthusiastically agreed to the proposal.  It was not hard to imagine that the knight enjoyed the thrill of battle.  After all, the clang of steel and the din of battle are but songs to an battle happy heart.  His attention was demanded by the hidden tone in the other knight’s tone.  While polite and proper, Arn had been on the receiving end of such tones all his military career.  He had no problem sharing his origin and his mother’s occupation.  Disrespect of either of these however, would land him in the brig again or perhaps in the stocks.
 
Instead of feeling annoyed or irritated at the condescending tone the obviously nobly birthed warrior sent his way, Arn merely shrugged.  The battlemage’s own tone was calm and almost monotone.  “I will readily be the Arbiter.  For ease of communication allow me to introduce myself.  I am Arn of the second Battlemage battalion, the Shooting Stars.  I have no family name.” He offered this last statement as a way to prevent any further questioning not as a way of apology.
 
“I do not believe that rules and procedures would need to be enforced in a battle between knights.  It is understood that your honor is your bond.  The match rules will be simple.  The battle ends upon loss of consciousness or forfeit. However, I will ensure that no excessive force is used and would like to ask you gentlemen do not feel honor bound to prevent defeat.  After all, tomorrow will require all available swords.”  His tone was without feeling but his words could be construed as insulting.  Arn however merely held the two knights gaze.
 
“Might I suggest we move this to marshalling spot B?  I believe that they have yet to fully utilize it for the on load of stores.”  He turned his head in the direction though he was sure that they would know where that was.  All squad leaders and supervisors had been given muster orders and locations.