EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE LIKE ME
THE VILLAIN IS THE ONE THAT YOU CAME TO SEE
"Alright ya bastards, let's get to it! We've got work to do."
Reichenbach grinned as the booming voice echoed over the shifting backs of the warriors assembled, his silver eyes going straight to the muscular Warden standing above them all. Finally, Rostislav the warrior had returned to his roots, and didn't stink so badly of booze — though there was still a faint smell. Old habits did die hard, and Reich had never had concern over Rosti's drinking anyway... at least when he remained in Denocte.
He made his way toward the man, noticing Aislinn's slim figure as she crowed to the Warden. Despite their recent misgivings, Aislinn remained true to Night, a fierce Champion of Battle. He'd hoped their recent fight had beaten some of the anger out of both of them — though he had been giving the silver haired stormstress space to heal... both from physical and mental injuries.
So when he spoke he was still a few strides away from the stormsinger, glancing at her with amused eyes as he responded in turn —
"I'm ready."
He grinned, vitality rolling off him in waves — it was time to put that warrior training to good use, King or no.
@Rostislav @Aislinn
