Setting: Luadge Street: Tar Valon, Tar Valon
The wide road is paved with fine blocks of white stone, making the street smooth for traveling. Shops, inns and alleys line the road, as well as several peddler stands. Buildings are made from fine white stone, in the appearance of shells or waves. Small crevices and friezes can be seen decorating the structures, as well as several ornately crafted statues.
The air fights off the winter chill and turns into a fresh cool breeze. There is a newness in the air as the flowers bud and start to blossom. The street is brightly light with several lamps shooting off in every direction. Several guards pass through the night to make sure all is well.
Looking about you, you can see there are several streets shooting off from the main road. To the southeast, you will find yourself on Osendrelle Square, while to the northwest you will see the looming structure of Luadge Bridge. West leads you to River Plaza and east to Daghain Road. At the bridge, there are several Tar Valon Guards checking the passes of those entering and leaving the city.

Personages: Severan
Bendrik appears to be about 6' in height, shortish for a male. He appears to be around 25 years of age, and of average weight. He has short-cropped dark hair that appears to shine within any light. His deep brown eyes appear to look out at everyone with a mysterious surety that he has the upper hand in any given situation, even if he may not. His face is hardened from what may seem years of experience, though of doing what you can hardly imagine. His eyes belay a wisdom of things seen and done, though do not even begin to hint and what those things might have been. His demeanor is gruff and uncaring and there appears to be some sort of menacing quality about him.
Bendrik appears to be wearing a simple pull over tunic made of a beige-orange colored material. Over top of the tunic he wears a chocolate brown vest with a stitched partern about the front that fits his form rather snugly. He wears a pair of loose black pants that allow him free and easy movement, almost as if having quick reflexes is rather important to him. He also wears a pair of black, leather half-books that lace up the front, on his feet.

Severan looks up and smiles as he sees Bendrik. "Good-evening, Ben. It's alright about leaving early; we all have lives to live..." He grins.

Severan glances down at the spike in his hand, then back up to the man before him. "Would you care to show me now?"

Bendrik inclines his head, "Certainly. Of course, we needs to go back to that board ye had."

Severan nods and grins. "Right this way."

[Scene changes to the Outdoor Arena: Entertainer's Guild, Tar Valon]

Bendrik enters the outside arena from the streets.

Bendrik enters in behind Severan, dark eyes casting about within the lighted area. "Now where be that board?" He gruffs from behind, eyes curiously watching Severan's back.

Severan walks over to the booth where the throwing-board is stored. He once again takes it and places it against a nearby tree. "Whenever you're ready." He stands back, giving Bendrik a clear path to the board.

Severan says, "I trust it isn't too dark for you?"

Bendrik inclines his head. He goes up to the board then walks back about thirty paces. He eyes it a moment after he turns around, eyes narrowing a bit as he glances over the various targets. From nowhere, it seems, a dagger appears within his hands. He seems to take a quick aim, then lets it loose toward the board. The dagger soars through the air, right about the time Severan speaks and Bendrik grunts, "Nay, not too dark at all." After a few moments, the dagger hits it's mark, a little off, but within the target area.

Severan raises an eyebrow, impressed. "Excellent!" He thinks for a moment. "Would you be confident of your aim with someone standing against the board?"

Bendrik appears to take another dagger out of nowhere, once more, smirking at his last target. From the expression on his features, he appears disappointed with his last hit. He takes aim once more, seemingly more careful this time, letting another dagger fly. This time it hits it's target perfectly. "Much better." He grunts to himself. His eyes go to Severan, "You optin' to give it a go?" He quirks a grin, perhaps one that seems almost too confident.

Severan quickly adds, "To throw around them, not at them."

Bendrik chuckles under his breath, "Aye, I know what ye mean. And Aye, I think I could do that as well. No worse'n trying to hit them targets. I can miss just as well as I can hit."

Severan's eyes snap to the target. He walks over to the board, looking at the spot where the last dagger hit. "Very good..." He looks back to Bendrik, studying him a bit. He nods, then places himself flat against the board, his arms just a little out from his sides. His face and voice go deathly calm, as he stands absolutely still. "Anytime you're ready."

A brow quirks at the man and he shakes his head, perhaps in disbelief. Bendrik allows another of his daggers to slip into his hand. This time he takes a few more moments concentration than before, seeing as how the targets are a bit more obscured, then takes aim. His eyes flicker to Severan once, then back to the target, he smiles slyly, then allows the dagger to be thrown. It sails through the air cleanly and hits it's mark, on the board of course. "That good 'nough fer ya, or ye want to see more?"

Severan glances down at the dagger. He doesn't move, but you get the impression that he just breathed a sigh of relief. "Try a couple on each side, just to be sure."

Bendrik walks up to the board to retrieve his daggers, "Gots a death wish 'eh?" he jokes, then marks off his thirty paces once more before turning around again. This time he holds two of his three daggers within one hand, while the other takes aim at a spot just to the left. He allows the dagger to sail once more. It's a little off, but remains in the target as well.

Severan doesn't laugh at the joke. He tries to grin a little, but it doesn't seem to work. He still stands still and remains calm.

Thump, thump... The sounds of the other two daggers each one landing just outside of the lower torso, a hair's breath away from the clothing. Luckily enough the dagger did not get that far, still remaining within it's mark. Bendrik looks back with calm eyes, "So?"

Severan's breath catches slightly as the last two daggers land. He smiles in relief and steps away from the board. "Very well done! I'm sure that people would find that entertaining..." He extends a hand. "Welcome to the Guild!"

Bendrik walks over to the board and retrieves his daggers. A slight grin quirks at his lips and he makes a flourishing bow, "Good t'be a part o'it." He speaks, after righting himself. "I gots a place o' me own, so most likely I'll be travelin' back 'n forth 'twixt here an there"

Severan grins and nods. "Glad to have you! That's fine; some members stay here, some don't..." He pauses. "Not that you need to, but I ask this to all new members... would you consider taking on apprentices if anyone wanted to learn your skill?"

Bendrik shrugs his shoulders slightly, eyes considering Severan for a moment, "'Suppose not. Though I'd want to get meself settled first and be knowin' people before I teach any."

Severan nods. "That's fine; it's always your choice of whether or not you want to teach someone when they ask you." He shifts a little. "There's also the matter of dues... We don't ask for them very often, but if our performances aren't going as well as expected, we might ask the members to give a little, just to keep us running... Is that alright?"

Bendrik shrugs his shoulders once more, "I was expectin' summin' like that. It's fine, so long as it don' bleed me dry."

Severan chuckles. "Like I said, we don't ask for it very often, since we often make money off of our performances, and when we do ask, it isn't much..." He suddenly remembers the spike he was carrying, which he had placed on the ground before standing against the board. He walks over to the board to retrieve it, then returns and shows it to Bendrik. "I don't suppose that you would have any idea where this came from...?"

Bendrik glances over the spike, twisting it about within his hands. Slowly he shakes his head as his dark eyes run over it, "Nay. Looks like some fancy prop someone left behind."

Severan nods. "Don't suppose you could use it for a knife-throwing act? Might be a challenge for you..." He grins.

Bendrik chuckles under his breath, "I guess I could be doin' that." He turns the spike over in his hands once more, carefully looking it over. He tilts his head a bit, curious, "I can practice with it and see what I can come up with. I'll let ya know if it's no good."

Severan smiles and nods. "Good! Once you're done with it, would you mind returning it to the common lounge here? It might be useful for something else, like juggling, as well..."

Bendrik mmms slightly, nodding his head, "Aye, I'll be doin' that."