[center][h3][color=2e3192]Franky Lonnas – Basilmeron Castle (just outside the Courtyard...)[/color][/h3][/center]

As Franky tried to casually stroll towards the meeting ground of the band of men united by the sake of the war, he was struck by the sensation of nostalgia, reflecting on when he first stowed away on a Pirate ship to leave the shores of Bravura as a youth. He wasn't exactly sneaking around, but was trying to avoid making eye contact with any of the guards or staff moving through the Castle grounds. After all, he was man under oath, and should be still at his station on his ship to make the next trip requested by the council of the very castle he was now walking through. He figure his desertion, along with his prior crime of accidentally attacking the convoy of a Bravuran ambassador would be quite the efficient means of getting himself hanged, but he couldn't wait till this war was finished. It could fester longer than his lifetime.

Franky was greeted with a surprise when he turned the corner, walking under an archway shaped out of high-grown bushel. Franky had an axe in hand, resting it by the side of its head upon his shoulder. What he saw was conversations, mainly three groups which people seems to float in and out of. It was not the sight he was expecting. It looked and sounded very diplomatic. Franky was aware that the Basileus requested people with military experience and attributes. He expected that this would be the forming of a suicide squadron. Why ask for men of action if action was not the requirement? Franky was ready to believe he was late to the wrong meeting, if not for a woman belligerently sharpening her sword amongst the chatter. Missing the initial speech by the leader of the group, Franky decided that this woman would be the best person to get clarity from.

"Ahoy lass," he called as he walked towards Meredith. He dropped his axe head down against the ground. "I trying to find out if I am in the right company, seeing as you're the only other person who is expecting to use a weapon soon," Franky remarked facetiously. Even his tone was quite sarcastic for the average pirate. His faces was a hollow smile, the kind one passes to another at awkward socials like this one. His eyes glanced through the crowd as he spoke, still trying to figure out for himself if he got the group right.