[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2]
[sub]Survey Initiative HQ[/sub][/center]

Jäger looked over the crowd with a quaint muse and an active mind. He eyed over each individual as the mute man continued to speak, the crow of a tall tree overlooking a valley. His pale eyes evaluated each member, assessing their strengths and weaknesses, not as a prediction but a precaution. No individual is immune to treachery, not even Jäger himself. His eyes shifted as he stared at the backs of heads. Her, the one in the bright clothes and active stance suggested she was a fire mage. Her magic was powerful but after a few failed casts she would be incapacitated. The man in the middle of the crowd was built to masculine perfection; he likely utilized Ki. More difficult for Jäger to handle, but every man has a limit. Lightning was quicker than any punch, as powerful as Kho's will might be. And the golem, well. that was something barely mentioned in the tomes. Jäger would need to keep an especially close eye on that one; what an exciting learning experience the golem offered, what precious knowledge Jäger might gain.

The CMAS gave him special permission to leave with Survey Group 1 after the events of Survey Group Alpha, though he was not informed of any secondary intention this go-around. He was to keep the peace within the group and minimize collateral damage given an ambush was present. Perhaps he was kept in the dark about going-ons, or perhaps he knew everything; nothing was certain. Jäger would remain vigilant. What was certain was that Jäger had not been outside of the walls for some time, and it would be more than satisfying to test his skills against something other than novice magi and machinists. The normal mandates and orders were delivered by Joshua, something Jäger had memorized at this point and had no need to listen. No, staring at the backs of heads was more important; who was to act out, if anyone?

Upon deliverance of the final word, the crowd began to dissipate to prepare for the evening departure. Likely to get uniforms, however Jäger brandished his CMAS uniform, unique to him, quite proudly at all times. To pride one's own strength was a thing to be feared by an enemy. Jäger's gauntlet collided loudly with his chest as he saluted Joshua before treading off with heavy pace. He would need to focus his mind through meditation, and review the word of Kho in the meantime. Kho's word was will, and his will was to better Jäger.

Evening came as a sudden realization, and Jäger collapsed the leather-bound tome he held. Perhaps he would find another's eyes to open upon this journey. Arriving at the south gate, a portion of the crowd from before sat about on benches, pathways, or stood in small groups to discuss the coming venture. Jäger chose to approach the most interesting of the bunch: the metal golem of lion face. It was often not Jäger's mentality to be cordial or to even introduce himself, however he attempted to better himself in all ways for the name of his family in Saiga and his hero-prophet Kho. The monks had shown him an ultimate kindness that Jäger still failed to understand and enact. [color=6ecff6]"Hail, stranger. You are a fascinating individual, and I would know your name, if you would give it to me."[/color] His dialect was oddly formal for casual conversation. Having been raised in the temple, it was imprinted on Jäger to always speak this way. Jäger extended a bent arm as if to firmly grasp the golem's hand, fingers curved and the back of his palm towards the pink, sunset sky. His book of Kho bounced against his waist in doing this and Jäger's eyes remained locked on what he believed to be the eyes of a lion.