Roll Call

Alastor watched with sharp, impassive black eyes while the fighters of Elysium began to gather before him and Relm. One by one they arrived, each a different level of expertise in the art of war, each green and sorely lacking in skills. The only one he felt any sort of empathy and gentleness towards was his own daughter. Fiametta was still just under her yearling age, and as far as he was concerned, the only one justified in her lack of skill. Everyone else needed to do better. Alastor disregarded all of the apologies and comments made by their troops, the only one he showed any sort of reaction to being Kavik, which came in the form of a lethal glare and thinly veiled snarl. Yeeeah, he wasn't exactly happy to be training the guy who was fucking his wife on a regular basis, but he had a job to do. Plus if it meant he got to smack around Kavik a bit, then all the better. Once everyone had assembled, Alastor turned his gaze to his General, watching her intently. This had been Relm's idea, and as such, he wanted to give her the spotlight to take the credit she deserved. He was merely here to observe and help out where needed.

"Alastor Mendacium"