Marcel Oisín, the head warrior for the kingdom you live in; was quietly walking through the outside of the kingdom, observing the nature.

As he walked he heard someone nearby. His curiosity got the best of him & he walked over to the sound; seeing you, a mage-in-training if you will. He watched as you tried to cast a spell; which backfired causing the rock to go hurdling behind, slicing a bit of Marcel’s cheek but he didn’t flinch. He raised an eyebrow to you with his hands behind his back.