Put it to the Fire

Patrolling the borders between The Polar Sound and the Sparse Pines, Rhazien was lost in the labyrinth of his mind, immersed in deep thought as he recalled his interaction with the Armada Warlord Basilisk. Since their friendly raid, he hadn’t found the time to revisit the Warlord, to establish a true standing between their kingdoms. He needed to do it before winter returned, and they faced the trials and tribulations of the harsh season.

His thoughts are interrupted by a summon ringing out across the territory- a rank challenge, which brought a sly smirk to Rhazien’s face. How delightful. Flare was challenging Elysia for her rank- something even he hadn’t predicated. And it was an event he refused to miss.

Making his way through The Polar Sound, Rhazien arrives just as the battle is reaching its climax. He nods to Sephiran, showing respect to his Sultan before taking a seat to witness the result of the battle.

"Speech"