[sup][h1][b][center][color=black] K A Z R A N[/color]
[color=00aeef]K A Z R A N[/color][/center]
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[color=26adc0]"Smashing, might I say."[/color]

The teenager turned his face away from the source of the words, his ears burning with embarassment. All this effort and time only to be laughed at and mocked. If he had wanted more of that, he could have stayed home.

[color=26adc0]"You must've been practicing for some time."[/color]

Kazran stopped his brisk retreat as his brain processed the stranger's tone. His brow knitted together in confusion. If it was sarcastic, he couldn't pick up on it. [color=00aeef]"Oh, uhhh... not really, no."[/color]

He took a moment to look back at his work, a knot forming in his stomach as he saw other aspirants shifting away from the scene. [color=00aeef]"Sorry if you were waiting for that one. I got a little carried away."[/color] He readjusted the hammer on his shoulder, which in turn created a small tinkling sound from loosely fastened buckles brushing against hardened steel.

Kaz finally turned, facing the young woman. His eyes drifted towards the pitchfork in her hands, eliciting a single raised eyebrow for a second. If he had a question about it, he wasn't voicing it quite yet. He locked eyes with Annifer, letting his shoulders relax a little. This release of tension let loose a torrent of nervous clarifications.  [color=00aeef]"I mean, I have been training... but not in a formal way. I never got the chance to train proper. I was an apprentice blacksmith back home. This is all... new."[/color] His last words were puncutated as he gestured his shield vaguely in the direction of the rest of the aspirants.

The small pause in his speech let Kazran refocus, and his eyes once again settled on the pitchfork. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. 

After all, Isabella had told him it was polite to ask about others. 

[color=00aeef]"Are you practiced with that?"[/color]