He would listen with generous patience as his queen spoke. She assigned everyone their ranks, however, his own would make him inwardly scoff. Him? Baron? He would only end up killing people. Although he was skilled in herbs, it was not of the healing kind...After a few others had said their piece, he would speak up. "My Queen, with all due respect...I do not believe Baron is the right choice fer me. I am skilled in 'erbs, yes, but not o' the healin' kind. If ye've a position for someone like me who can use his skills tae poison the enemy, then i'm yer man. If not, then somethin' where my assassination skills can be of use." Tongue would swipe over his maw for a brief second as he sat there, sapphire pools intent on the form of his queen. "I can also teach wha' I know, but only to those I choose. Wouldn't want someone tae use the knowledge tae harm ye, now."
