[center][h1] Mikhail Fuast [/h1] [/center]


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During the quiet descent into the mausoleum, Mikhail didn’t know what to expect from their instructor, especially after the old man’s warning. He had of course heard of the Straizo’s right hand, but he had never met, much less seen, the girl himself. The cavalier ran a hand through his emerald hair, finding the musty smell of their surroundings to be stifling. Rollo, his horse, had obviously not been allowed to join them. Part of him was relieved, as the damn thing managed to be a nuisance wherever it went, but another part of him was missing the horsey stench that he was starting to find strangely comforting as each day passed.

With an ever so slight shake of his head, Mikhail refocused on the matter at hand. They had just reached the entrance to the mausoleum, but before anyone in the group had a chance to say or do anything, the shirtless brute, Claude, kicked open the door. He then proceeded to live up to every unfortunate expectation Mikhail had made for the man. Mikhail could only hope that his boisterous attitude would be matched by his prowess with a sword, but seeing him knocked out on the floor, he knew better than to hold his breath.

With that said, the Lieutenant Commander was turning out to be nothing like Mikhail had expected. Having served in Jotenvarr’s military, the cavalier had of course heard about Illian’s shy and odd nature, but never had he anticipated the odd child before him. As she explained her role as their instructor, Mikhail took a quick second to size up the rest of his squad mates. A small sigh of exasperation escaped him as it dawned on him that he had ended up in a truly rag tag group. [i][color=008000]’Could be worse I guess’[/color][/i], he told himself, [i][color=008000]’I could be surrounded by braindead greenhorns’[/color][/i]. This uncharacteristic “optimism” caused a little grin to creep into his expression.

[color=008000]”Mikhail Faust”[/color], he offered indifferently, ready to see how this all would turn out.