[center][b][h2]Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V[/h2][/b]
[i]Mistmoor Stronghold
With: Tarrian Kar[/i][/center]

[indent]The young Knight stood in silence as the Noble Daughter spoke. He gave no tell or hint in body or face that Tarrian's words were of sleight to him. He knew his father better than anyone, save his father himself; Erik had long held his opinions of the man's methods, and had had much the same conversation with other before. His was a layered opinion, formed by the ebb and flow of a long standing relationship that had touched multiple facets of his life from personal to professional. Naturally, he had seen his senior in more lights than the woman sitting to his side. 

When she had finished her venting, Erik stood silent a few seconds longer. He looked towards the landscape beyond the wall as if calculating something. Then he turned to Tarrian and spoke once more. "I know he can be harsh. But trust that his methods are not without purpose. The world beyond this stronghold is far crueler than any training my father would ever muster. If what you seek from his lessons is to defend yourself and your home from the Grim..." he hung on his next few words. "You must not expect mercy or quarter from their likes, and must learn to not give them any in turn." 

"It would be unorthodox," he said in reply to her offer to join him. "And unsafe for a civilian to stand by a Knight on duty." He quarter turned to continue on his way. He checked the sky, gazing upon the final stripe of sunlight on the horizon. "However, if you're mind is made up to follow me, I won't turn you away. But don't linger at the main guardhouse." He pointed to a battlement, grander than the rest, perched atop a prominant section of the mountains. "Captains hold roll call after the sun has fully set. They won't take well to you being there."[/indent]