Fenros and his platoon entered the city, tired from their forced march to make it back in time to hear the speech from Knight-Captian Sunderland about the tragic news they heard of the higher ups. Sadly they were late. Way late. Almost an hour after it was supposed to be. As soon as they entered the keeps grounds he turned to his men and ordered them to get something to eat and rest up. Surely with the recent news they will be sent on another mission soon. 

Just as he finished a young initiate ran up to him saying quickly. "Knight-Lieutenant Fenros! You were requested to meet with one Theodore Doubleblade in the Barracks as soon as possible." The initiate's words were soft and hesitant as if he was afraid of Fenros, or what he would say having just arrived. 

Fenros looked at the initiate and with only a small hint of a smile he answered the boy. [color=ed1c24][i]"Thank you. I will head over."[/i][/color] His voice low but gentle, almost instantly the initiate relaxed, saluted and ran off to complete another assignment. Rubbing the back of his neck, Fenros sighed, He was hoping to get some sleep, or at least get off his feet. 

[i]Oh well... duty calls.[/i] He thought to himself as he turned to his Knight-Sergeant. [color=ed1c24][i]"Jason, could you find out what Knight-Captain Sunderland spoke of and meet me at the Barracks when you do?"[/i][/color]

Jason quickly nodded, giving a quick salute "Yes Sir." He answered before turning and delegating to another to take over check in for the platoon. 

Fenros smiled slightly and turned to walk to the barracks. As he did, he wondered who this Theodore Doubleblade was. He never heard of him in the Order. He didn't have much time to think it over as he neared the barracks and pushed open the door. The iron handles knocked loudly at the motion. He strode in, shoulders back, head high and his helmate being held against his left hip with his left arm. Though tired, he didn't want to show it. Despite the fact his armor and tunic was smudged with mud and blood, his hair a mess He carried himself as if he was wide awake. 

He stopped and looked to his left to see a wood elf Templar with out a shirt, which caused him to raise an eyebrow. He had just heard the man bark a challenge of fighting if they thought he was a liability. He didn't get the whole thing, frankly he didn't care. He looked at the man and said softly but with a firm voice. [color=ed1c24][i]"I do believe, fighting among ourselves now should be the last thing we should be doing. You also wont do too well if you only talk to one person, that is not what it means to part of the Order. We must work together to defend our country." [/i][/color] he finished while looking at Karl for a moment after before turning to the dwarf in front of the rest. 

[color=ed1c24][i]"Forgive me for being late. Knight-Lieutenant Fenros Harlock reporting for duty." [/i][/color]