Jon did not celebrate this night, there was nothing to celebrate. He was too nervous about the parchment paper he recieved, and was struggling with talking to his father about it. Jon was worried to drag him into something he was not sure would be a positive thing. As first watch had ended and the men with no watch that night went to sleep, mostly drunk.
Jon began to walk to the Jarls' tents, his mind was driving him crazy. He felt very anxious as he was stopped by the guards in front of Svygard's tent. Hearing the guards stop someone outside, Jarl Svygard walked out to greet Jon as he already knew it was him. Svygard patted Jon on the back, smiled and invited him in. Sitting at the table across from his Jarl, Jon nervously waited for the Jarl to speak.
"Jon I was very impressed by your combat and transformation today. I would like you to have a meal with me and talk." With that the Jarl snapped his fingers, and immediately three men walked in, each carrying a platter of meat and vegetables. The stewards sat an entire pitcher of ale in front of them both. Jarl Svygard picked his pitcher up and drank directly from it. Jon followed his lead and drank deeply from his pitcher, feeling the cool, frothy ale passing through him, it quenched his thirst immediately. The ale was different than he had ever tasted, almost like he was drinking it from a pumpkin. Jon asked what it was and the Jarl told him it was honeyed pumpkin ale. Jon thanked him for his hospitality and began to dig into the rich meat sat in front of him.
As he tasted the meat, it was also completely different from the meat he was used to. It was the most tender meat he tasted with a broad spectrum of flavors. Savory, spiced, herbaceous and a hint of sweetness, he was pleased to taste such good food. He hungrily gobbled up his plate of food and drank deeply from the pitcher in front of him. When he looked up, the Jarl was doing the exact same thing, ravaging the spread in front of them the Northmen ate all of the food, look at one another and laughed like good friends in a tavern.
Jar Svygard finished his pitcher and called for another for himself and Jon. Taking note of this, Jon polished off his ale and noticed a fuzzy feeling across his face. The Jarl looked Jon in his eyes and said, "Now that we have eaten, let us speak business. I have seen you fight grown men, some of whom I saw were in the king's guard, but you killed them like anyone else. I'd like to take you under my wing and teach you a few combat tricks tomorrow, also I want you to go to my battle mage and learn a basic elemental spell and a healing spell. You have untapped potential, boy, do not waste it." With that, the Jarl finished being serious and asked Jon to race him to the bottom of their pitchers. After a few rounds of drinking and sharing stories, Jon left the Jarl alone and stumbled his way back to his camp. Jon passed out and did not wake until the sun was in the middle of the sky. By the Gods, he is late!
Running back to the Jarl's tent, he was let through by the guards and found the Jarl nursing his aching head in his hands. Jon quietly cleared his throat and the Jarl looked up at him, smiled and asked him to go into the center of the tent, where there were wooden practice swords waiting on a rack there.
Jon grabbed a sword and tossed it to the Jarl, grabbing another for himself. The Jarl asked Jon to attack him as Jon did, the Jarl began to turn red, not his skin, but the air around him. Seeing this, Jon's eyes went wide as his strike was thrown to the side immediately, so fast his eyes could not even register the motion.
"Focus Jon! Use your focus to see my movements!" Jon focused, and struck again. This time he saw the air around the blade turn red and speed up. Even slowing his perception of time and enhancing his body, the blade was still a blur, Jon let the sword hit his. His sword was knocked from his hand, as the Jarl rammed Jon with his shoulder, knocking him down and putting the point of his sword in front of his face. Jon looked to his side and the sword was out of reach, seeing this the Jarl smiled. Svygard explained to Jon what he did, except for the red aura. Jon nodded and tried it on the Jarl. His strike was not so powerful but knocked his blade aside, turning his shoulder and putting some force behind it, Jon ran into Svygard and knocked him down, flourishing the sword and ending with the point in front of the Jarl. Jon helped Svygard stand, and the Jarl complimented his skills and perception. Jon immediately asked about the red aura and the speed and power he gained from using it. The Jarl implied this was his families legacy spell and his father taught him, meaning Jon could not learn it. After showing Jon some big improvements on his master strokes, Jon tried them and with a little practice, he was able to mimic the Svygard's fighting style.
After finishing the training, Jon was sent to meet the mage of Svygard. Walking towards his camp, Jon stopped at the large, red tent of the battle mage. Jon announced his presence and was told to come in. The battle mage was informed he was coming early this morning and was ready to teach Jon.
Similar to the summoning spell, Jon needed to imagine an element and think of the properties that it carries. Sitting to meditate on this with the battle mage as his guide, he was able to think of lightening, quick, hot and very deadly. As Jon imagined the electricity and the aspects of it, his body began to feel charged, his hair standing on end, the air began to sizzle and spark around him and as he opened his eyes, he realized he was discharging small amounts of electricity, but enough to be visible and shock anyone trying to touch him.