Alec nodded as the lieutenant spoke. It seemed the alcohol had begun to have an effect on him. Alec walked towards the fireplace, dragging an ornate-looking wooden chair from a table and placing it near the fire. As Milo removed his jacket, Alec noticed his weapons. The lord unbuckle the brooch at his neck and placed his long black cloak over the back of the chair. The removal of the garment revealed what Alec had been hiding beneath it. His crimson vest shown bright in the firelight, and the dancing embers glinted off the hilt of the dagger at his side. His morningstar, being made of unpolished black iron, was merely silhouetted against his side. He turned the chair towards Milo and took a seat, allowing his cloak to dry while they talked. He put his gloved hands together, making the spiked knuckles on his gloves rather noticeable. His figure was slightly darkened from having his back to the fire. "Certainly, Lieutenant Ranier... now where were we?"