Gro-Tagnud's face faltered as he thought about how to answer. It was hard to tell how exactly he felt about lycanthropes in the Legion, excepting an obvious layer of uncertainty.

He began carefully, which was a far cry from his confidence up to this point. "Champion, I know you have former legionnaires around in your inner circle, so I'm not going to presume your ignorance at the discipline it takes to be part of the Imperial Legion. Marod has also specifically told me to not underestimate the discipline required to live and function in society as a lycanthrope. What I am not going to do, however, is equate them like they are two bags of wheat. Legion doctrine is of tight formations, precise movements, discipline, bravery, resilience, and to follow orders without question." He tilted his head to one side. "I will not pass up an opportunity to increase our chances of success. But, while I know my own men, I don't know yours. Until I see your clan militias in action, I will reserve my decision on integrating."

At least part of Gro-Tagnud's words were certain. If he was so affirming of his own army's discipline, bravery, and loyalty, there should theoretically not be a problem with putting them close to lycans.

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Rhazii ran a hand over his head. He knew as well as any the sensitivity of the events. Still, there were at least three parts of the story he was trying to unpack at once.

"I still remember the Orcrest clanhome," Rhazii said. "I remember noticing how Meesei was moving when everyone returned. I heard a bit about what happened. I guess...I guess I was too young to really appreciate how close it must have gotten." He lifted his ears. "Still, the ring does sound amazing. And to do all that after how you started." Rhazii blinked his eyes down. "You said you were training non-stop. How much did it take you to improve? What kind of training did you have to do?"