It's About the Girl Next Door

Upon hearing the new Warlord's response, Aresenn stood more rigidly. The refusal to honor the previous agreement didn't exactly surprise him- he had anticipated it, which was the reason why he was even here having this discussion in the first place- but even still, it was a slight disappointment. His amber gaze remained locked with Basilisk’s as he listened to the proposition, analyzing the words meticulously. The marketplace was neutral ground, but it would never be as intimate as the observatory. As much as his pride flared a bit at the idea of having to 'get to know' this wolf better in order to continue his visits, he understood from a logical standpoint. He would likely do the same if he were in Basilisk's paws. “Thank you for the compromise.” He answered lowly, glancing away momentarily before returning his attention to the massive brute. While not the outcome ha had hoped for, Aresenn understood he could have just as easily been told to not come back at all. At least the marketplace was something.

His next answer came simply. Aresenn was not above answering questions about his allegiance, but he didn’t see the benefit of merely offering up the information without it being specifically requested. "The Syndicate.” His tone even, as he awaited any follow-up questions that the new Warlord might have.

"Aresenn Praetor"