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Dealing with the Warlord directly was certainly an interesting shift from having him as an observer of his dealings with his godson. The titanic male was polite, but maintained a gruff demeanour and tone. He knew his way around, a far cry from the inexperience of the young man who had bought the emberling a week or so prior. As Absinthe found himself scrutinizing the captives that huddled in the shadows of the pens against the back wall, he wondered what variety of warriors the obsidian brute might be searching for. Perhaps a range of options would be best, allowing the client to cater to whatever ranks might be sparse among his pack. Assuming the roles the Warlord favoured was liable to get him in a great deal of trouble. Delicate charcoal toes drew him closer to the pen closest to the corner where he had settled, brimstone gaze narrowed as he sought to pick out the shapes of ideal warriors among the captives. The posted marauders guarding the pens stared sidelong at the scarred servant, knowing better than to say anything cruel when a customer was present. A russet and ebony male did curl a lip in disgust when he decided Absinthe was standing too close for his tastes, and sidestepped in the opposite direction. The stone walled pen held a few burly wolves that seemed to be sufficient to offer up. "Bellatrix, Opia, Arche, and... Ginseng." he called out to the well built captives scowling at him from the shadows, and then turned away to let the guards do the work of freeing him from the pen. They weren't designed to allow for the easy movement of such a large wolf through the bars. His attention drifted over the cerulean and alabaster marked male with the dark mask, who had been taken from the same raid as Idalia. Arche was certainly a stunning creature, though his constant (and certainly valid) scowl marred the appeal of his fine features. The next pen was the last one. Another orange dappled form caught his gaze, and though the man was neither large or especially imposing, Absinthe had seen him lay out and slaughter one of the marauders who had first attempted to secure his capture. "Satoru.. and you as well, Malachite." he finalized his selections, and stepped away to wait for them to assemble in a neat line for the Warlord to appraise. There were a few that he hoped would meet the man's standards, and Satoru especially worried him as a prospective warrior. Skilled in underhanded tactics, but an all out brawl did not suit his skills. Beelzebub would certainly fit the bill as an ideal guard for borders, long legs and powerful muscles well suited to covering ground and cutting down trespassers. He fell back into his place at the Warlord's right flank, and glanced up at the larger male. "I believe these would be the best candidates to meet your needs, feel free to take as much time as you need to assess them, my lord." he murmured, and dipped his head to offer up the captives for the man's inspection. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |