Marachius Ainsley

New Training

Marachius stepped up to the doorway of the trainers and paused long enough to knock on the frame. Inside, sitting at one of the desks, was one of the paladin trainers. She looked up from her paperwork and locked eyes with him.

“Ainsley. Thanks for coming. Come on in.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marachius answered and entered the office.

“Have a seat,” she said, pointing to the chair across from her desk. “We’ve been looking over your results lately. Your training exercises.”

“Ma’am,” Marachius nodded slowly.

“Your work on the dummies is strong. You definitely have a good arm.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“But the healers got word to me as well. They think you show an aptitude in that area as well.”

The younger paladin nodded slowly, again.

“What do you think, Ainsley? Willing to go that route?”

“Honestly, ma’am? I don’t know if I’m any good at that.”

“That’s their job. To figure out if you’re any good.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll do my best.”

“All we expect, Ainsley. All we expect.”