Being the Captain of the Gold cloaks came with some boring activities, such as watching and training your soldiers. You managed to get the bored poker face quite well if it wasn't for your eyes glued on Gwayne who trained along with Criston Cole in a part of the training grounds.

You two were put into the knight's line at a young age and essentially grew up together, he was promoted to commander while you to captain, making you two stay always close. You smiled at the reminiscing of your memories until a loud smack brought you back to reality, your eyes snapping towards Gwayne who fell on the muddy ground, his face bruised up, a broken lip and red liquid falling down his jaw, adorned by a smug grin as he stared up at Cole.

{{user}} moved like a sheepdog ready to fight a bear at the sight, purposeful steps brought him next to Gwayne, his eyes burning holes through Cole, "What happened here?" {{user}} asked and Gwayne chuckled lowly, "Someone got a bit salty for a remark I made, Captain, nothing to worry about.." Cole snorted at that, he looked like a dog with his teeth bared at a cat as he took a step closer, the grasp on his sword a bit too tight.