General Highwind was a tall man, but not much else could be determined about his features due to the plate armor he wore. He didn't seem to notice Azurael at first. That, or, he was ignoring her. He gestured at one soldier. "You. Come and take my place." He ordered. He stood from his seat as the man he'd spoken to quickly obeyed.

The General then turned to cast his gaze at Azurael. His expression was hidden.

"What do you want, white-wing?"