As Peiter stepped into the room, he looked down nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, um, sorry. I didn't expect to be waking you up like this at this time of day. Anyway, there was something we wanted to talk to you about, relating to the upcoming attack. It's Tzirret; I'm...worried about him. He's young, and doesn't have a whole lot of training. He has improved since we left Bruma, especially with his confidence, but I think he might be getting overconfident about this attack. He wants to join the fight to help protect his friends, which is definitely noble, and I like that he is the kind of person that is willing to take that risk, but I don't think he should be in the battle. With his level of training, he could still easily make mistakes, and if something goes wrong...he might not get a chance to improve ever again."

Now that he was actually speaking to him, Peiter was having a more difficult time than he imagined voicing his concerns to Gallus in the way that he had planned. He normally was not nervous around Gallus, even if he was his alpha, but this matter had been weighing heavily enough on his mind that he was having difficulty concentrating. Thoughts continued to find their way into his mind on what might happen if he could not convince Gallus, or anyone else, to prevent Tzirret from joining the fight.