Diplomacy

Alaric remained patient as he waited for any signs of life to come from the castle. His call was soon answered, a large formidable brute came from the castle and greeted him. Artorias Carpathius, the Lord of Cinder. Alaric dipped his head in respect towards the Lord, even if the gesture felt....foreign to him. He used to believe that all those in power were corrupt, untrustworthy, bastards. But now he was in a position of power. He had a growing band to represent. He was not only representing the band but Atreyu as well. He had to give a good impression. No matter how odd it felt to him. Finally, the Warmaw spoke. "I am Alaric Warmaw, General to the Judilian Army." He began, pausing to let it sink in. "I brought you this gift as a sign of good favor, I have not come on bad intentions." He bent down, using his maws to pull the fallen prey towards the borders. He laid it at the the Lord's feet and stepped back to his respectful distance away from the borders. "I am here to learn the packs of Auster. To become familiar with them." He explained briefly. "If there is anything you would like to know of the band, feel free to ask." He finished, allowing the Lord to speak as he waited calmly. He could only hope he was doing this right.