Glodin was standing off to the side of the masses of templars in his full armor.  His hammer seemed to glow softly in its holster from the lights of the grand hall and his pick irradiated in its sheath on his back.  His armor was freshly polished and glistening in the torchlight.  He reched into his pocket and pulled out a flask, taking the last sip from it before placing it back.  That flask had not been refilled since they made their trek to the capital, he knew this was a serious meeting and that he needed all the patience he could muster around all the unruly templars in the room.  Just when he had almost lost all patience and was ready to shout, Knight-Captain Sunderland walked in and the crowed hushed.  Glodin eagerly awaited her speech.

Glodin's face was grim as she told of the things that were and what could be if nothing were to be done.  But his smile began to appear as she retook control of the situation when the people began to panic.  That smile only grew as she spoke.  When the rest dropped to a knee he only bowed to his Captain- no, his Commander- then raised his hammer as he joined the chorus.  His eyes never left the New Knight-Commander and he felt pride swell up inside him as she finished her speech.  Glodin's voice was the first to respond to hers, [color=00a651]"FOR THE DAWN!"[/color] he shouted as he raised his hammer.