Fall upon our stones

It was admittedly a pretty validating feeling to have the warlord agree with his proposed idea, though he didn't really know how to act upon it. The boy had hardly ever left the empire's land, even as he had left his birthright behind. A few of the other members pipped up and slowly the boy moved towards where the bulk of the children were, smiling at those he recognized, mostly the warlord's children, and doing a quick headcount so he knew how many were here in the event he needed to quickly reference their numbers during the hunt.

A particular young man caught his attention, he was younger than the warlord's other children and yet was too old to have missed his attention if the boy was around the pack... and yet he seemed wholly comfortable here... another new Klien then? That was worth noting, especially since of all the Kleins he'd ever seen ones with scales and that glowed were totally unheard of for him... another new cousin? Or perhaps a new princling? For all his dislike of his family, the boy had never done anything to earn his ire and so he wouldn't take it out on him on an assumption of his bloodline... and even if it turned out to be true, until such time as the child learned to be an asshole about blood quantum he'd not have an issue with him.

"Speech!"

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