[h2][color=5C5252]Signar Wayland[/color][/h2][hr]If there was one part of Julian that wasn’t small, it must have been the pair of lungs he possessed. Even Signar, whose hearing must have been somewhat damaged by the years of roaring forges and ringing hammers, could still hear the lingering echoes of the blonde’s furious protests. He rubbed his ear as he stood and waited with the rest of his squad to receive the keys for their new accommodations. They were quite nice compared to what he was used to growing up, but it would have been quite difficult to beat the spartan buildings and furnishings back at Lanhelm. 

As the minutes started to pass by without any sign of their squad being called up, Signar moved to one of the windows and opened it to let the gentle breeze in. He certainly couldn’t tell if the air was any fresher outside, but the sun’s warmth was welcomed now that the curtains had been brushed aside. With his slightly more comfortable position now, Signar took a deep breath and settled in for a slightly productive way to pass the time. 

He drew the steel rod that hung from his belt and muttered a few words under his breath as he ran his other hand over its length. With a slight shimmer, the metal seemed to melt away and lose cohesion as it fell downwards. It stopped after just a few centimeters as Signar’s expression furrowed in concentration, and from there he began to manipulate the liquified steel. It slowly trailed after the path he drew in the air with his finger before he started to mold it into a variety of shapes. 

He was almost too focused to miss when his name was finally called out. The lapse in attention caused his current model to fall apart and nearly splatter against the floor, and he had to bite back a curse that was instead muttered under his breath. With another quick few words though, Signar returned the steel rod to its original shape and brushed a few strands of hair aside. The practice tool was tucked away onto his belt again and he quickly approached the gruff knight in charge. Apparently even the slightest of delays warranted an extra pointed glare from the man, but Signar didn’t flinch as he accepted the key before he made his way up the stairs to check out his new living quarters. [hr]Well the furnishings might have been nicer, but the room was smaller than he had expected. The addition of a bed that was meant to accommodate him meant there was barely any room for Signar and his roommate to move around at the same time! Not to mention how he had to duck a bit to avoid cracking his forehead against the doorframe. He could already tell it was going to get old rather quickly in the mornings, and he cut loose a heavy sigh as he rubbed his forehead. 

First impressions revealed that the uniform seemed to be a proper fit as well. He had no idea if they’d stand up during the rigorous training he had heard about, but a quick test fit had seemed in order given how much larger he was than the usual candidate. Without any complaints after a little twisting and stretching about, Signar quickly changed back out of the uniform. The fabric had been quite nice and the tailoring solid, but he was going to be in those clothes often enough in the coming days. 

[@pkken] Smoothing out his clothes once he was fully dressed again, Signar finally directed his attention to his roommate. [color=5C5252]“Signar Wayland. You can call me Sig if you want,”[/color] he introduced himself with a grin as he clapped his fellow countryman on the shoulder. [color=5C5252]“There’s probably a bunch we could talk about, but frankly this cramped room is already getting to me,”[/color] he admitted with a shrug before he stepped past Zenshin and opened the door to let some fresh air rush in. [color=5C5252]“So why not over supper, eh?” [/color]

He paused long enough for his roommate to give a response before Signar turned his attention to the rest of his squad mates. [color=5C5252]“Anyone need a hand with their things?”[/color] It didn’t seem like there was much room for personal belongings, but maybe the nobles had gotten cushier accommodations? He also didn’t know what they would have even brought with them to warrant an extra set of hands in carrying, but… nobles. Speaking of personal belongings, he’d need to find some time to head back into town to pick up his personal belongings from the inn he had been staying at. A matter to tend to after supper though.