[color=92278f][h3]Grey Onyx[/h3][/color]Grey sighed when it became apparent that Lucilia hadn't noticed... If they thought that his last mission had made him... snap, he'd be unemployed for sure. Apart from other, far more petty concerns about his image. [color=92278f][I]Mathix was right... I need more sleep.[/I][/color] he thought, still not quite believing the voice... Though if it WASN'T a hallucination, he still obtained it from a demon... which meant it wasn't likely that the weapon could be considered 'good'...

[i][color=92278f]Crazy or not, I'll have Tyrael look at it... He'll know if it's possessed or not.[/color][/i] He thought, stroking his chin as he heard Lucilia speak to him, startling him slightly. [b][color=92278f]"Ah, the mercenaries? Well, a few things. the Red Lion Company isn't the largest operation, but it's difficult to find men as dedicated or as well-trained anywhere else. Plus I hear their leader is quite the upstanding type..."[/color][/b] He said with a smile, rubbing the back of his head. [color=92278f][b]"I was considering applying, actually... though I decided to pursue... well, this. I feel I made the right choice."[/b][/color] He said, smiling a little wider and nodding. [color=92278f][b]"And Tombstone... they aren't as horrible as they look, really. My village had personally dealt with them a few times, and they are the most impressively loyal mercs I've ever seen. They are a bit reckless though... Some think it's because they don't care about dying, but in reality they're just so unwilling to fail that they never, ever give up. No matter the cost. He asked for loyal mercs, and they're the best I could think of. Make sure he's aware that he has to be careful about deploying them though..."[/b][/color] He said, idly cracking his neck.

He watched her head over to Khan when they arrived at the dining hall, the guard following just a few paces behind her as the two spoke... He looked over towards the other end of the hall... The large seat at the end of the room was actually filled, an old man sitting upon it... He knew that was the Archmage's chair, but he had never seen the man before... Did they even have one? He was under the impression that they were selecting a new one or somesuch. He leaned in slightly, looking between the two. [color=92278f][b]"ahem, I really hate to interrupt but... Who is that man? Is that the Archmage?"[/b][/color] He asked either of them, slightly lost.