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Leaving Alarr, Tyrian made his way over to Ashmedai. It was his older brother's turn to learn about the position he was aiming for. Ashmedai wasn't green when it came to leading, he'd had his pirates for years, but Tyrian wanted to be sure his brother knew what he was getting into here. There could be no jet-setting if he wanted this position. "Ash? Hey," he said as he walked over. Even though his brother was a great deal older than him and it was a little weird to be addressing him as a superior, Tyrian ignored the feeling and pressed on.

"I wanted to go over the duties of the Master-of-the-Guard with you before you committed to the rank. It's a lot and I know like most of our siblings you enjoy the ability to come and go as you please and if I'm being honest, anyone who holds this rank is going to have to spend a great deal of time at home." He thought about that for a second, then clarified, "I'll want them to devote a lot of time to the pack. So I thought we should talk about expectations, both yours and mine, you know?"