And in such Austere circumstances , giants of the morrow meet

(need a name)

(For what)

(the salamander)

(Syndr)

Duncan did not even respond to the incident she was referring to; he'd rather not talk about it "Regardless, I don't believe you two have been introduced; Syndr this is Lord Di Moritagni, Di Mortagni this is my familiar Syndr"

"He's cute." Syndr replied with a grin that for some reason made Alessio oh so nervous "Ahem , a pleasure I'm sure my lady."

Despite the not at all classy nature of the act Rook's eyes were forced to roll at that ... just... just so hard

And as they rolled they saw a plea in Alessio's eyes...they were asking for help.

"Would you leave him be?" Rook asked "You're embarrassing him"

"Oh I'm sorry is it so wrong to be open about one's attraction with you humans?"

"Yes it is forward and uncivilized" he replied still having the proverbial stick shoved up his ass a few years back

"Oh you mean it's not needlessly formalized and dull?"

"No I mean it is crass and unrefined"

"So fun yes."

"If that's what you want to call it" Rook replied not wanting to argue the point

Meanwhile Alessio was just sitting there..uncomfortably.

Well rook had distracted her... and now there was awkward silence

The camp was not exactly the flashiest thing around , a small stone fort in the country side , battlements manned by guards , each uniformed in the dark green of the infantry. As the wagon rolled down the fenced dirt road they could see errand boys and Messengers running from the gate in a stream that could rival the river Stiphos. "I wonder , how long do you think it will be before the Estalians can begin to send troops across the ocean ?" Alessio questioned , eyes turning to Rook as their wagon tumbled to the gate of the fortress.

"Depends on if they can drive back the elves" He replied and shrugged "And there is no telling how long that will take"

"It's true , damn Takarans fight hard." He replied with a grin " I wonder what a conversation with one would be like....you ever talked to one before oh magic man?" He asked with a smile as the great wooden gates swung upon for them and the several large wagons behind them.

"When it comes to the Tarkans; I prefer to let fire and lightning handle the formal discourse" Was Rooks reply to that, and Alessio could almost taste a hatred radiating from from rook at their mention; one he had not seen from rook with regards to any other grou

"Have a bit of a distaste then I see , fair enough."

"A bit is an understatement" he replied; in this situation he was definitely in support of societal genocide at a minimum

"I've seen one before..don't seem...bad I wouldn't say , simply look down their noses at us...yet everyone does that in this day and age."

"Well they aren't trying to take your land and liberty; yet" was rook's point to that; he was in vehement opposition to the elven ethnostate