01-04-2026, 05:14 PM
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Zoradin Fel
Zoradin's greeting was met with the common silence that normally greeted an Asha'man's greeting. Sometimes it was fear. Sometimes it was respect. He doubted the man in front of him feared Zoradin, but at the same time, Zoradin knew he didn't have the respect of Lord Xavier Armendariz. For the Lord of Fal Sion, the silence was a measuring. The lord's eyes had not yet left and Zoradin returned the gaze - not in disrespect or distrust. Zoradin too needed a measure of the man in front of him even if his position as a lord of a keep on the edge of the Blight already had garnered a significant amount of respect.
Lord Armendariz began to introduce his inner circle, bowing to each one in turn, although his gaze lingered longer over the woman - the "Voice of the Light." It was a title he was unfamiliar with, but it was one that made him think the woman a channeler. She was clearly no Aes Sedai though, and Zoradin wondered what her purpose here was.
The last one named was his son, and the young man who had welcomed him to the Keep. Zoradin gave a slightly deeper bow. "I thank you for your kind welcome, Lord Kenta," he said with a slight smirk. He had often worked with the young men at the Tower on their swordplay. He had also noticed the look of pride in Lord Xavier's eyes, and wanted to show that his son had done his job well and within protocol. He had no doubt that Lord Xavier had been told all that his son had noticed. He then turned back to Lord Xavier. [color=#lightgreen]"And you as well, Lord Armendariz and all those under your banner. This has been a most gracious welcome."[/color]
Zoradin didn't move until he was given the permission to do so, noting that Lord Armendariz hadn't introduced his wife or any other children. That likely meant that they were absent from the keep itself. Zoradin had no idea why, and from what he knew of Borderlanders, they wouldn't have left due to attacks on the blightborder, but then again he could be wrong.
Zoradin took the seat pointed out to him, his movement graceful, but deadly. He was a soldier and a weapon and he moved like one. Even seated, his posture was immaculate, honed by years of training. "I will answer any questions you ask that I have the ability to answer," he said in response. He would do it truthfully too. There were things he wouldn't be able to answer - because he didn't know the answer or because it wasn't something he could share. That was the life of a soldier. He was here as an ally though. "What is it you would like to know, my Lord?"
Lord Armendariz began to introduce his inner circle, bowing to each one in turn, although his gaze lingered longer over the woman - the "Voice of the Light." It was a title he was unfamiliar with, but it was one that made him think the woman a channeler. She was clearly no Aes Sedai though, and Zoradin wondered what her purpose here was.
The last one named was his son, and the young man who had welcomed him to the Keep. Zoradin gave a slightly deeper bow. "I thank you for your kind welcome, Lord Kenta," he said with a slight smirk. He had often worked with the young men at the Tower on their swordplay. He had also noticed the look of pride in Lord Xavier's eyes, and wanted to show that his son had done his job well and within protocol. He had no doubt that Lord Xavier had been told all that his son had noticed. He then turned back to Lord Xavier. [color=#lightgreen]"And you as well, Lord Armendariz and all those under your banner. This has been a most gracious welcome."[/color]
Zoradin didn't move until he was given the permission to do so, noting that Lord Armendariz hadn't introduced his wife or any other children. That likely meant that they were absent from the keep itself. Zoradin had no idea why, and from what he knew of Borderlanders, they wouldn't have left due to attacks on the blightborder, but then again he could be wrong.
Zoradin took the seat pointed out to him, his movement graceful, but deadly. He was a soldier and a weapon and he moved like one. Even seated, his posture was immaculate, honed by years of training. "I will answer any questions you ask that I have the ability to answer," he said in response. He would do it truthfully too. There were things he wouldn't be able to answer - because he didn't know the answer or because it wasn't something he could share. That was the life of a soldier. He was here as an ally though. "What is it you would like to know, my Lord?"