[center][color=#ff8c00][h2]Cadmon Demet[/h2][/color][/center] [hr][@Psyker Landshark][@HereComesTheSnow] [hr] The constant influx of information—useful or not—that came with his position was starting to grow tiresome. Subordinates constantly coming to report to him, day in and day out, and rarely was it on any topic more important than the weather. It was grating, even more than the armour he was currently being aided in donning. His sigh, though, was cut short with a wince as the strap of one pauldron was yanked tight around his upper arm. The second soon after. Thank the goddesses for padding. [color=#ff8c00]"That is [i]quite[/i] enough, thank you,"[/color] he interjected, cutting off one of the sergeants of the force he'd brought with him to the Lions. [color=#ff8c00]"You haven't told me anything [i]new[/i] in the time since we first made camp here. Go join the guards around the perimeter and keep an eye out for those scouts—I want to be sure they get to Lady Velvetica as quickly as possible once they arrive. [i]Don't let them be distracted."[/i][/color] He wasn't even entirely sure who was out scouting; if the griffin-rider was one of them, at least there was one person who could be trusted to follow through properly. Cadmon tugged at the belt around his waist uncomfortably, though he knew it was better that than to have all the weight of his brigandine resting upon his shoulders. [color=#ff8c00]"If any of you should happen to find István, tell him to meet me at the Lady's pavilion."[/color] Though whether or not the warrior would listen was another matter; Cadmon doubted he'd ever be able to [i]command[/i] the man who half-raised him. [color=#ff8c00]"Have my horse, weapons, and helmet waiting for me there. I'm not wandering around the camp with them all at once."[/color] With his own cadre of servants and aides so dismissed, Cadmon gathered up his gauntlets and made his way out of his tent into the wider camp. Silently ruing the fact that he hadn't left his bevor off for them to take alongside his other gear, he kept his head on a swivel as he took a meandering path towards the Steel Princess's center of command. Ostensibly, he could be said to be inspecting the forces; in truth, he had his eye out for one person in particular, hoping she wasn't deciding to practice her own skills at the current moment. A quick flash of blonde hair catching his eye between a pair of tents gave him all the notice he needed that she wasn't trying [i]not[/i] to be found. [color=#ff8c00]"Miss Lambert?"[/color] he called in the direction he'd seen the assassin woman going. [color=#ff8c00]"Care to join me?"[/color]