The Order by Cat2000 NR

"Can I practise with my mace?" you ask Hawk.
Hawk raises his eyebrows. "Are you being serious?" he asks. "You're already excellent with the mace?"
You stare at him. One thing Hawk doesn't do is give out praise. For him to say that you're excellent means that you really must be.
"Aren't you the one who always says that I need to keep in practise?" you ask.
Hawk hesitates, as you've just thrown his own phrase back into his face. Then, he shrugs. "Fine," he replies.
You go outside, despite your protests:
"Haaaaaawk... It's raining! I don't want to get wet!"
Hawk stares down at you. "This was YOUR idea," he reminds you.
You sigh, and don't argue any more.
You do quite well. You know that you do well, because Hawk is smiling. But then, the smile vanishes, and he bows.
You don't have to turn around to know who's standing behind you. Legnan. The leader of The Order.
"Hawk, a word," he says.
Hawk nods. "Of course," he replies. He turns to you. "Stay here," he orders before leaving with Legnan.
Well, now you have two choices.