Alec listened intently, his pink eyes locking with Milo's as he spoke. The way Boyd was described, he seemed more of a politician than a soldier. Alec had worked with the type before. They usually didn't like getting their hands dirty, and so had to search for someone that was. He was all too willing to oblige. He drummed his fingers against the side of his seat in the carriage. He would hopefully see just what kind of man Boyd was for himself fairly soon. He certainly hoped whatever they required of him would be at least a bit challenging. He hadn't left the Reins to be bored by trivial execution duty. "Have you any word of what it is Marshal Boyd wants me for?" Alec's cold, silky voice floated across the carriage. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I wasn't told much, only that he sought my...[i]services[/i]. A ship was sent for me not long after that." He watched as the city passed them by out the window.