we don't care, we don't mind

Now that he knew the way, the Warlord moved through the rocky terrain towards the caves that held the slavers. The watchers he had sighted on his first visit took note of him, and he knew he was likely to find Absinthe heading towards him any minute.

As he neared the entrance of the cave, the familiar form of that wolf appeared, nodding his head to the Warlord. Returning the gesture with a regal nod, he turned to the bear lumbering behind him. “Wait here” he ordered her. His attention returned to Absinthe “It's good to see you, too. No complaints about Idalia, thank you”

“I mentioned when we first met, a desire to see if you have any potential warriors. I would like to see them now.” The request of the Warlord bordering on an order.

"Sirius Fatalis"