Welcome, Welcome

There. Around the corner ahead emerged a mortal male Malleus was unfamiliar with. By Abraxas standards he was a bit undersized, but for a mortal the male was firmly on the taller end of the spectrum. He was of average build with what Malleus considered to be a promising frame; Pyrrhic had informed him of his opinion that the mortal could be trained up as a capable soldier and in that capacity his build would like be an asset. His demeanor was respectful if a bit terse, but Malleus made the assumption that he was dealing with a serious personality and thought nothing of Tsarvix’s tone. He could appreciate a no nonsense individual.

All of that Malleus took in as he approached Tsarvix. He gave a short nod to confirm his identity, then said, ”My son tells me that you are loyal to the Fallen God and will make a fine addition to our ranks.” In these lands loyalty found outside their reach was an unusual thing. They’d only recently come to Boreas and to Auster, and had yet to hold lasting sway over the more populated continent. Tsarvix, then, was an outlier and Malleus was curious about his history. He was going to make a point to learn more about this mortal who professed his devotion.

”Walk with me,” he commanded as he strode past Tsarvix. ”I would like to hear about the journey that brought you here.” Where had he come from? How had he heard of Abraxas? Malleus was willing to bet there was a story there somewhere and he was determined to hear it and suss out its validity or lack thereof.