Like his mother, Kaldir had a taste for furs. Wolves, seals, bears, and more covers his bedroom, many of which he had caught himself much to Kelda's approval. When the minion barged in unannounced babbling about many things at once, it quickly was awarded with a swift kick which sent the poor creature flying. A rude awakening indeed, Kaldir rose from the pile of furs like a great beast himself before gettin dressed.

Standing before the mirror one thing could be said, he looked like his father. They all did, his siblings and him, but he had some of the strongest resemblances. If you where to put both of them in the same suit of armor you would be hard pressed in decided which was which. However he did have his differences, unlike the soft swirled markings his father was born with, Kaldir's were hard angles and harsh upon his skin. Beyond that his eyes were also darker, more red than orange and they shined much brighter.

A grunt escaped his lips and Kaldir began to pull clothes onto himself. They were simple garments, mostly black leather, iron buckles, and the occasional red sash. The clothes seemed like a practical leather armor by the time it was all put on, not the metal he would prefer to wear but it would D. Finally a scarf was wound across his face, obscuring Kaldir's face just over the nose which a simple hat covered the rest. Kaldir had picked up a lot from his father, one thing of which was the habit to ware face hiding garments.

With everything done, Kaldir marched from his room to the throne. The minions seemed to be scrabbling much more than usual and he was bound to find out why soon enough.