.:.It had been too long since he had last trained a Bendu Apprentice. He took deep breaths as he waited for the apprentice. Lance rapped himself up in his black cloak and looked out of the window towards the ocean. It was a rainy, windy day, but the strong winds brought in a fervent breeze from the Ashlan shore. He brought himself away from the window, fixing his robing. It was a traditional robing with black inner robes, white outer robes, accompanied by a black cloak. He wore his informal attire; he didn't desire to scare off a new apprentice. Lance set himself down in the center of the room, his face looking towards the door. Finally the fireplace added a deep warmth to the room; it was slightly chilly a bit earlier.
Lance laid his sword on his lap, the ancient blade dubbed Savior's Aura awaited patiently in its sheathe. He would train this new recruit to the fullest extent. Isiah Arkied was the name of the apprentice; Lance was excited to meet the new Bendu. It was a blessing to be able to learn in such a wonderful and ancient temple. The priest smiled. He drew upon the force, letting his amazing ability draw upon the force; it soothed his Ashlan soul. He went into meditation, relaxing, his hands resting upon the Bendu sword. He awaited this new apprentice; patience was a virtue.:.
Lance laid his sword on his lap, the ancient blade dubbed Savior's Aura awaited patiently in its sheathe. He would train this new recruit to the fullest extent. Isiah Arkied was the name of the apprentice; Lance was excited to meet the new Bendu. It was a blessing to be able to learn in such a wonderful and ancient temple. The priest smiled. He drew upon the force, letting his amazing ability draw upon the force; it soothed his Ashlan soul. He went into meditation, relaxing, his hands resting upon the Bendu sword. He awaited this new apprentice; patience was a virtue.:.