Bridges

Gerhardt would give his name and collision would nod, storing it to memory and making sure that as things were taken things would remain serious, for he was not going to taint the name of Valhalla, or even Seracia, with falsities. If they were to be powerful then they were going to need to really show their strength. They would need to show their minds. Not a flimsy, careless, outlook. "Pleasure to know, sir," he rolled his shoulders back in a more relaxed manner as Gerhardt allowed his mind to be read. An Idea had been on his mind for some time and he just hoped that it would take, "Alliances are supposed to be particularly...strong, Gerhardt. I came to offer our Beta, and heir's sister, Chrysanthe to whomever your prince is," A betrothal in the making, oh yes.