"I bid you good luck on that battle Sir Joshua," the knight teased just once, lips curled in a smirk. Brief as she left her guard down, North drew her expression tight opening the letter. The recruiter never failed on purpose nor often. It only comes down to those who are willing to improve. She looks to that more than cockiness. It will never do otherwise. Plenty of men have been cocky in their day while she attempted to train. None of would say a word to her face now in her position. She earned her keep. Let's see if any of these can.
She set the letter aside to a table beneath an open tent, resting her helmet there. One of the trainers sat writing out rosters for the new men. He gave her a nod and she returned it before glancing over to the blond boy Joshua picked out. He was young. Wet behind the ears by appearance's sake but North knew what that is like. To be judged by how you look, in her case what gender, is an unfair method. She aims to see the true mettle of man and woman.
"That one," she nodded her head in direction of this Sir Simon. "Has he picked up a sword yet?"
"Not yet I'm afraid," he made comment, scratching on parchment with his quill. The man held an accent not directly from Gold nor a close realm. It would be easy to say he earned his spot as a Gold Knight. Many come to prove themselves. He did so a long time ago and still he has a keen eye for the female knight. Today he was off duty away from her and tending to these new welps. He set the quill down, smiling at her. "I imagine it difficult for him. Unless you test him Lady Knight."
North narrowed eyes. As presumptuous as Sir Johan is she trusts him to fight by her side. Though she hardly lets it slide, "Sir Knight," she pushed her title, leaning over the table to meet his eyes. "Remember next time I knock you into the mud." She pulled away, his smile flirtatious in response but it hardly registered to the woman as she removed her knight's cloak.
She withdrew her sword, stepping out from under the tent and approaching the blonde man. The other recruits took notice of her swaying stride. Parting a sea as they gawked as though they had yet to see a woman wield a blade, their movement opened a clear path to Simon. There she stood, tapping the shin of his boot with the tip of her sword lightly. "You come to be a knight for the Gold Prince's royal guard? Pick your sword and draw it to me."
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