Earnest Rosenhart grimaced in thought.
Archbishop Crucis had a point. How much could the intervention of a single Gold-Rank guild really help their situation?
"Rather than that," the Commander waved, "I believe the *enemy* underestimates the caliber of *our* reinforcements."
He leaned forward, steepling his fingers...
Earnest's curiosity drew him in-- and he noticed that the other representatives followed suit.
"The main body of Sol Invictus is currently escorting an individual of great repute," he said.
"The... Ogreslayer!!" Earnest blurted out, grinning wildly.
That's who it was! That's who it had to be!
That person's legend was on the same level of a Tyrion Hero!
"Indeed," the Commander nodded.
"[...I have heard rumors,]" said the Nemayan, "[They are... bold.]"
"The Ogreslayer's abilities are the subject of heated debate in our wizard towers," King Adal added with a soft smile.
Earnest - “Hey, Sindal, I need someone to put spikes on my armor-- the scarier, the better!”
Sindal - “...I don’t know what they told you in there but that doesn’t make you exempt from our uniform regulations.”
Earnest - “Aww.”