Pure RP if you want to skip it
Tyden Noir stood beneath the grand obsidian windows of his new Keep and smirked. The two most recent graduates of Noir's Hazekiller Academy faced him, armor and shields covered in chalky lines. They looked a little bruised, but nothing too bad considering that they had been sparring with him for nearly an hour.
"Last run!" He called out. "Remember, I mark a limb and you can't use it. If I hit two limbs, a chest or a head you're down. I take two hits a limb. Come at me!"
The man to his right beat out a quick signal on his shield, and the two began to advance in a perfect pincer formation. Tyden cast his eyes around, searching for an opening, and found that the woman on his left was having difficulty holding her shield up. He leapt forwards, slashing at her exposed shoulder, only to grunt in surprise as she flew into action. His stomach found a dueling cane and his blades found naught but air. He leapt backwards, frantically trying to regroup, only to take another crack to the back from her partner. He dropped to his knees and his knives fell out of slack hands.
"Well done, you two! Feigning weakness like that was a brilliant tactic. Great fight, I'm telling you. Now then, congratulations on your graduation. Who do I have the honor of addressing?" He asked after spending a moment regathering his scattered wits.
The woman reached out a hand and Tyden grasped it, gratefully accepting her assistance. Apparently, that was all it took to open the floodgates. "Huh Dax, it's just like old master Elbin said. The Lord is fast as a mistwraith, but he can't take a hit. Ah, no offense sir. I'm Alnet, and that's my partner Daxon. It was an honor to fight with you, sir. Everyone at the academy tells stories about you, y'know? And most of them are true, from what I understand. Except... did you really fight a mistwraith? And tame it into a kandra? Or that time you sparred with an inquisitor, did you really beat him? I bet you could fight the Lord Ruler himself if you wanted to!"
Daxon walked over, whispered a simple "Al, calm," and grasped her hand, quieting her instantly.
Tyden smiled,"Huh, I wonder when I had time to run House Noir in between all those exploits? I can't really answer your question, you'll have to decide for yourself, but I can say that you two are the smallest group to ever beat me in this ceremony. I'd like to offer you a job on my personal guard."
Daxon's jaw dropped, but he put himself together enough to respond "We'd love t-" before Alnet pulled him into a kiss.
Tyden turned around after a minute, thinking to himself 'As much as I want to be mad at them, I'd love to do that myself. Huh, I should probably try to find a wife. That would be good for the house, too. As a new player in the Luthadel scene, I need to attach myself to a well known house. Hmm... Maybe Wilson? I've heard good things about them.'
He was startled out of his musings by his Terrisman, Delen. "Sir, I wrote those letters about the academy that you asked me for, would you like to look at them before I mail them off?"
Tyden waved a dismissive hand. "No, I trust you were able to say something to the effect of 'House Noir is offering a discount on bulk education at our prestigious Hazekiller academy, please send Lord Tyden Noir any questions or concerns you have' without any horrible errors. Send those tonight, I need to look into marriage right now."