A Word If You Will, Madam.

The leader of Fiori would come, and Allen would dip his head respectfully to the other woman. She was closer in age to him, a leader who was also aging, but still strong. Her words would come forth, and Allen would give a slow, sure nod. “Yes ma’am. That’s correct.” Epiphron yes, that was her name. The alphess of Fiori. The gentleman would straighten some, letting his dark gaze meet her bright one.

“Thank you, madam Adravendi. I am Allen Walker, Azgrat of Abaven. I’m Bass’ new secondary.” He would give his own greeting to her. “I was wondering if I might be able to steal a moment of your time. Perhaps to speak of our two packs. I know that we were both allies of Kassander of Ebony, but much more than that I do not know.” The aging man would tip his head forward again. “That is... If you do not mind of course.”