Ryan looked at Eryx with a raised eyebrow. For the first time ever, Ryan nodded and listened. He knew that this would go on for a while. He sat in a chair, wiping blood from his nose from Avary's punch earlier. Ryan wanted to desperately show that he was capable of being a leader. He didn't want to be a prisoner that was just being used as a body to be thrown at someone for a war. He wanted to at least lead a group. And if not be a leader, he wanted to be respected. He sat quietly, looking down at the ground.