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C A S I M I R

perhaps it was too soon to request a rank change, but he trusted basilisk to brief him either way. for as the larger warlord approached, he bowed briefly in respectful behold before speaking aloud his reasoning. "I have come to request a promotion of sorts, in accordance to my interests of fighting." he spoke clearly, seating himself. "I seek to be a warrior here in the armada. if you'll have me as such." he mentioned, teeth clicking lightly as he closed his maw. crimson eyes looking back at the warlord, awaiting his response to it all. naturally polite and sober as ever-, merely a law-abiding citizen with loyalty in his heart for the cause that so readily accepted him: the armada. he want to showcase his ambitions for the pack.

"talk" "think"