[b]Here Cometh the Wolves[/b]

The former general eyed the group of people with a veil of disgust in his eyes hidden by the thick black hair that swayed in his face. And any quiet sneer he made to himself was obscured by his thick, black beard. He traveled half-way across the world in order to help a group of Elitists who frankly dug themselves into this little mess they made. It was obvious that the killings were political in his mind. Who ever was the culprit wasn't trying to stir the pot. This trio of leaders seemed to do that well enough. Instead it looked like the master puppeteer was trying to tip the pot over completely. Get all three of these idiots to start getting paranoid and kill each other, and if some Lizardmen died in the process... fuck it. No one would really gave a damn. Not even those repugnant moralist back in the Renaltan Bureaucracy and that sickening Queen of theirs. Why did he agree to this? Was being a beggar that much worse than being a Dog for the state?

He cursed himself quietly because he knew that answer very well. Even though his Pride gave him a different answer, albeit it was objectively wrong.

Reluctantly he decided to be the first to approach Madam Janelle, he knew from experience to never take a leader lightly, and to never fully trust one either. His hands at his side, compared to Janelle, hell, compared to everyone in the room the man was huge; his posture that of a disciplined soldier and warrior, his body language that of a violent and hard man, but his eyes! Behind the mat of hair and the veil of malice and dislike for pretty much everything, laid crafty and cunning dark red eyes, like that of a Fox. Whether someone could actually pick that up though was another story. Too most nowadays, he was a dumb brute, and he hadn't proved them otherwise in over a decade.

“We've gotten a few reports of whats been going on.” He said diligently to the woman in a voice that was naturally low and harsh,“I understand you and Master Varro have lost a few close aids and such?” He didn't say his name. Not yet. He wanted to avoid that subject, the less people knew of him. The better it would be for what remained of his dignity.