looking for trouble

In her task to train and learn more about the status of all the warriors within the Armada, Hazel had found something else. There was still one among them that was undeclared. She couldn't say that she'd ever spoken to him, only catching glimpses of the man in passing. Grimoire. A tall, dense boy with horns that grew from his head. If nothing else, he looked like he should be a capable fighter. If he could be trained, then she may as well see where he was at as well. Considering for a moment, she climbed down from the treehouse and peered out into the forest around her. A good day for a patrol-- a good day to go looking for trouble. There had to be a predator out here somewhere, especially as winter melted into spring.

With a certain optimism to her tone, Hazel called out for Grimoire. Maybe she could see what he wanted out of life in the Armada along the way, too. Maybe she'd find out if he even... knew what he wanted. There was plenty of forest and a long walk ahead of them.
"Speech"