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Year 1252 of the fourth Era. It has been over a century since the end of Thoris' second great war where Smor'Gen'Blok attempted to seize over half the continent with aid from several smaller nations scattered across the world, before being pushed back by the combined forces of Arcadia and Marrenfall. The results of Smor'Gen'Blok's greed, or more aptly, the overbearing brutality and arrogance of their warlord Koal'o, cost them dearly. Casualties numbered in the hundreds of thousands, including over half of the Berserker tribe and nearly all of their otherwise able bodied warriors. Not only that, but Marrenfall was granted access to the eastern stretch of the Ruliman Plateau and the precious minerals within Smor'Gen'Blok's borders as a condition for peace. Many of the nations that allied with the Lok'Sha faced penalties as well. In the most significant cases they were forced to effectively dissolve their borders, join with either Arcadia or Marrenfall, and surrender all of their knowledge to either nation, lest they desire to prolong an unwinnable war even longer. Most went to Arcadia, but the rare resources that Marrenfall gained access too were considered far more valuable at the time than knowledge and people. The Myti Nation of Leias, and Eldi conglomerates across the globe played very little parts in assisting Arcadia and Marrenfall, seeking almost no compensation in return. But even with the agreements set in place after this 70 year war, tensions were at at all time high. There had not been this much caution between the nations since the end of the first great war.

The knights and civilians of Arcadian remain mostly ignorant to the frozen politics that lurk between nations. They suffered the least, keeping their numbers strong with the Paladin Order's aid at the ready at all stages of the war. Trade with Marrenfall had risen significantly as the two Nations established an unbreakable bond on the field of battle and the kingdom's morale remains a strong symbol of unity across Thoris. But as prosperous as the Arcadian Nation has been, all is not well in the ivory city of god.

With so many districts, a spike in population, and the sudden surge of wealth that the second great war brought, Arcadia has begun to suffer from a disconnect between its classes. The city's multi-layered districts that once stood as an example of racial unity and inclusion have become segmented off from one another by the significant discrepancy in wealth. Elemental mages with exceptional abilities prove too efficient to compete with, the advancement of soul magic has come to total halt in the past decades, and the Paladin order shrinks with each passing year as their faithful followers lose touch with Maeti one after another. With the slowdown in medical advancement, limited application of holy magic, and increase in lower class districts, sickness and famine has gone from an impossibility to a common issue. Once glimmering streets where mages of all occupations could thrive have become slums where criminal activity has begun to fester. Likewise the richest districts of Arcadia have become hubs for illegal trade and immoral practices. Private caravans that employ inexperienced and unsightly mages to traverse the wilds for materials, underground fighting rings where lives are taken without remorse, slavery, and more are hidden behind a metaphorical wall of money. Although the knights work relentlessly to correct as much of this as possible, there's only so much that can be done. Sometimes it's just too difficult to find cockroaches in a sea of gold.

It might be easier for the royal knights to focus on the wrongdoings going on in their city if there was not a need for so many Caravans to exist at once. In the past the percentage of knights posted outside of the city was less than 10% of Arcadia's combined force. In the recent decades following their war with Smor'Gen'Blok however, anywhere from 30-50% of the city's forces can be found on the outer defensive perimeter of the city or out in the wilds. Caravan activity has more than tripled with so many patrols and interactions with Marrenfall scheduled, but another issue entirely has the royal guard on high alert. Titan class monsters have been displaying far more aggressive activity. For at least 40 years, the amount of Titan-class sightings have been steadily rising. Casualties in hunting Caravans continue to rise as they are forced to divert, disable, or slay any threats to Arcadia before their targets get anywhere near the ivory city. Due to the constant complications that have piled atop one another outside of the city itself, maintaining society within its walls remains a difficult effort.

But it is important to maintain relations with the surrounding nations, as well as keep the most powerful creatures in the wild far away from Arcadia. If the numerous caravans of Arcadia cease activity for even a single day, it could spell disaster for not only the ivory city, but the entire world. If they superpower of Arcadia was wiped out, there would be nothing keeping the berserkers of Smor'Gen'Blok from running rampant once again. Lord knows that those muscle-headed creatures are waiting quietly for their chance to rise up from the pits of Ruliman. They've already started the two longest wars in history now. Given time, and the right warlord, a third is sure to follow.

Fortunately Smor'Gen'Blok's current leader, Warchief Lu'li'po, has no desire for war. Although she continues to perpetuate the archaic traditions of her people, the last thing that the Lok'Sha need is another war. With their losses from the last war, the Berserker clan has only just reestablished its former might, but with Lu'li'po's guidance, her people have slowly begun to transition away from a culture of sheer violence. Though certain groups within Smor'Gen'Blok do not see eye to eye with Lu'li'po, her power as a Berserker priestess, and unwavering loyalty of Ra'Ja'Ka's children, all but assure her a position of power until her life comes to its end. Considering her age however, and bond with Ra'Ja'Ka, it could be any day now.

Marrenfall's agreement with Smor'Gen'Blok has since expired as well, but not due to any sort of conflict or agreement. The cave system they were granted access to as a condition for peace was never a viable source of minerals for humans from the start. Ruliman's cave systems are not safe in the slightest. After a series of catastrophic collapses in the year 1159-4E, the result of which killed over 2000 workers, the Marrenfall mining corporation pulled out of Smor'Gen'Blok's border's willfully. Considering that this was less than two decades after the second great war, Marrenfall reaped minimal benefits from their operations in Ruliman. Many officials believe that bitterness may reign within Marrenfall's ranks, since Arcadia benefited from the end of the war more than any other nation in Thoris. Regardless, they keep in constant contact with Arcadia through their own mock-Caravan system, and Arcadia's diplomatic Caravans.

Today is the first of May. The spring brings with it comfortable weather to Arcadia, as well as an untold cavalcade of activity in the wilds. With so many possible dangers lurking around the perimeter of Arcadia, nearly every last Caravan is outside of the walls. Only 6 squads remain at the barracks that layer the base of the Ivory Pillar, one of which is being assigned together for the first time. Though some of these knights may have seen each other in the past, they have never had the pleasure of working together. Fortunately, they were under the merciful command of Major General Philip Norwell, a man known for his kindness, and unusually lax personality. For somebody holding such a high rank, one would think it'd be impossible to take official business so lightly. But he manages to address every knight that speaks with him with a warm smile.



The six primary Barracks of Arcadia are where Caravans and munitions are kept. It's also where Caravans are prepped and briefed before being sent on the road to one of the city's several gates. The roof stands tall over head, at least 7 meters, leaving plenty of space for training and storage. Barrels were stacked to the ceiling in every corner of the massive building with various supplies stored within; Gunpowder; Weapons of both physical and magical natures; Standard issue uniforms; Rations; And much more. The building itself was built brick-by-brick to act as a final line of defense in the unlikely event that anyone or anything was able to break through Arcadia's outer walls. It was at least 15000 square feet, if not more, and had several large gate-like exits for Caravans to come and go freely. Knights were stationed at every exit to keep track of every squad that left, and the floor was kept completely clean... Most of the time.

Two massive mammals snorted and swayed from side to side in their restraints that tied them to Caravan Centaurus. They were Venbu, some of the most efficient animals that Arcadia had ever domesticated. Massive enough to supply the city with a bounty of meat, excessively quick to mature, and powerful enough to pull the giant Caravans that kept their city in one piece in pairs, they had no match and ate very little. Much like the monsters that lurked in the wilds, Venbu were almost certainly magical in nature. To this day however, magical scientist have come no closer to understanding how these meaty giants were capable of such exponential growth while needing so little nourishment to work without fatiguing themselves. Sometimes it was better not to question nature's gifts, but that had never stopped anyone in the past.

Several of the Centaurus Knights, as they would be referred to for the duration of their service for their aforementioned Caravan, were waiting for Sir Norwell to arrive with their briefing. He was scheduled to drop by at 10 AM, several minutes from now, with the Caravan's assigned captain, and information regarding their mission. Fortunately for the, they were likely going to be stuck with reconnaissance or international travel to speak with Marrenfall's representatives. With so many Caravans already out and about, including some of the most prestigious knights of Arcadia among their ranks, Caravan Centaurus was assured a simple ride.

One of the knights assigned to Centaurus was hand-deep in the Venbu's thick fur. The creature didn't seem to care, and the woman was lost in just how fluffy it was. She was a new recruit, just barely out of the 3-month probationary period that newbies were forced to endure. This would be her first mission outside the walls, but she didn't seem too bothered by it. She didn't seem that attentive either. Marilyn Lia was far more concerned with the creatures that would be pulling them across the wilds. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing though. She was tasked with their care. But that didn't amount to very much in the long run. Still, Venbu were very particular about being piloted. One wrong tug on the ropes, and they would do whatever they damn well pleased. Miss Lia would have her work cut out for her if they were assigned to a multi-day route, though. Venbu pilots didn't get to sleep as often as other Caravan Knights, and the Venbu needed constant attention to stay on route. Marilyn pulled back from petting the Venbu and pulled her red braid back behind her shoulder. The intertwining rows of hair reached all the way down to her middle back, and climbed up into a green beret. She was wearing a standard issue uniform despite her peculiar choice in hats. Black pants with several straps armoring her knees and thighs, a pair of plated boots, and a standard issue grey jacket that barely fit her. She wasn't the tallest girl around, maybe just barely reaching over five and a half feet, but her upper body was surprisingly well worked. Both of her arms stretched the fabric of her coat, and her posture was almost perfect. But she didn't seem interested in anyone else at all. Marilyn lived in her own little world, absolutely soaked up by the presence of her very own Venbu, even if they weren't really hers.

Another one of the knights stood quietly near the back end of the Caravan with his back perfectly straightened. The man's commanding posture ebbed with raw discipline. He stood much taller than Marilyn, well over 6 feet in stature, and wore his own set of armor that resembled that of the paladins. It was thinner and glimmered only slightly in the presence of sunlight, but didn't resemble the standard issue uniform at all. Even if it wasn't anything special to look at, the man's armor looked extraordinary well kept. Each steel plate was polished to a sheen without a single smear to show for it, and his joints seemed to be in top shape. Even his jet-black hair was straightened and cut short to avoid interfering with his eyesight, or besmirching his professional appearance. Noru Peril was not one to disappoint, but his rank as a First Lieutenant might have implied otherwise, considering how long he'd been a knight for Arcadia. 6 years going in and out of the city on Caravans, and not once had he been promoted. Of course, he'd never inquired or shown interest in the first place. He seemed more like a soldier than a Captain, ready to follow orders, but not interested in delivering them. His silence spoke volumes. His vacant expression however, did not. Each one of his deep green eyes seemed to be staring towards the entrance of the Barracks, eagerly waiting for Major General Norwell's arrival.

The other members of Centaurus however...

A figure was leaning against the caravan, who had been waiting as well. He had a slim posture, and wore no armour. Instead, he wore simple light blue pants, a yellow shirt and a light blue jacket. However, the insignia on his shoulder was more than enough to prove that he was indeed a knight of Arcadia. He held something in his hands that seemed like a simple wooden guitar, and was just casually playing on it. He had messy, short blonde hair, and was playing some sort of soothing melody. It was intended to put the nerves of the knights around himself at ease, but it also served to ease the man's own boredom while they awaited Norwell's arrival.

The man looked lazily over towards Lia who was tending the Venbu, and sighed briefly. He couldn't believe how anyone would be willing to pet such filthy, simple-minded creatures. Of course, he knew the Venbu had their uses, but it was nothing impressive. Not according to him, anyway. He didn't quite want to comment on it, though. It was the girl's first time after all, and he didn't want to make her feel bad. It didn't really inconvenience him either, so there truly was no need to speak up. He looked over towards the other knight. He seemed too uptight, but at least he was focused which was reassuring.

The man, Flin Meeru, wondered to himself just who he would be travelling with. Would they be people that he could count on? Or would it be yet another caravan filled with wild, blunt loud-mouths like he was forced to put up with last time? The sheer thought made Flin cringe ever so slightly, but it wasn't noticeable as he continued playing. He threw Lia a gentle smile as she was finished petting the Venbu, but said nothing. He hoped that she enjoyed his music, if nothing else. He always did appreciate fans of his music.

A very obviously and clearly male figure idly stood with one hand folded, and the other flicking in various directions, as a small rock, about ten pounds, was partially encased in a blue glow, and was in midair, flicking in various directions. He sighed, letting the rock down and turning towards the Venbu. Impressive beasts, to be sure. And likely quite interesting magically, although he wasn’t interested in that personally.

He sighed. Unfortunately, the caravan leader, likely that knight over there, knew his name, but maybe he could get away with telling the others his name was Ilruvae. He didn’t like his ‘true’ name. It was... feminine. His parents had wanted a daughter, so of course they named him something female, as if that would change something. To be honest, with how his mother apparently was in her free time, it was a wonder Pyra Nume had gotten through childhood without any... changes. Knowing what he did now, he wouldn’t have put it past her, honestly. But enough reminiscing, there’s a job to be done, and he was here to help do it.

Lyullia yawned, watching her soon-to-be travelling companions and sighing. She'd been a knight for at least a year, but this would still be her first time on a Royal Caravan. She'd travelled with a Caravan to get to Arcadia of course, but that was hardly formal.

Being a member of the knights wasn't a choice she'd made because she wanted to be a knight, but rather one she made because it was the best option she had at the time. A roof over her head, a steady source of income, and a reliable source of food were more than enough to convince her to become a knight, even though Lyullia much preferred avoiding violence.

Joining a Caravan however was something she liked even less. It meant that Lyullia had to lose a comfortable bed, a warm building to sleep in, and an easy way to acquire new books to read for who knows how long. Unfortunately, she didn't have that much choice in the matter. She could've opposed the idea, but that probably wouldn't have ended that well. Best to deal with it for now that suffer the potential consequences that could come with refusing.

Her companions meanwhile, ranged from interesting to boring. A knight, far too invested in being a knight, stood so perfectly upright next to the Caravan that Lyullia wondered if he even had a back that was capable of bending. Inside the caravan sat another knight, but he looked far less disciplined. Playing a guitar, they seemed more like a travelling bard than a knight, but judging by the fact that they were here they probably were a knight after all. At least the music wasn't half-bad, and not annoyingly loud either.

Near the front of the caravan stood her other two companions. One of them, obviously a mage, was playing around with a rock. Boredom did things to people's minds, but Lyullia preferred fighting it off with a good book. Or perhaps working on a clockwork machine. The other companion was wholly invested in the Venbu that were to haul the caravan. Lyullia didn't know much about them, but she heard they were reliable creatures. The girl seemed nice, but Lyullia also knew that she was likely a new recruit judging by her outfit, and based on their interest in the animals they were also the one in charge of them, giving her a very important role. Lyullia just hoped that she'd do it right so the caravan wouldn't have problems.

Sighing, Lyullia approached the caravan. Best to stay close to it so she could hear what the General was going to say, lest she missed it.

Noru's forehead twitched as Flin started to strum away on his little instrument. He wasn't a fan of music or lollygagging. This was a royal Caravan with an extremely important mission, no doubt. The last thing he needed was some buffoonish moron distracting him and his other companions with such a boorish melody. Marilyn on the other hand showed absolutely no interest in Flin's music. She did turn her head towards Noru with a subtle frown though, looking right past Flin in the process and shrugging off his smile. Noru didn't notice. He still had his back turned to both of them, only half visible past the edge of the Caravan's rear corner.

The person that approached them however, was not Major General Norwell. Another man was making his way across the Barracks leisurely, allowing both arms to sway at his sides. It was their Captain-To-Be, Zay Copp. The man was not nearly as experienced as Noru, nor was he as well known as famous knights like Sir Norwell or Lieutenant Colonel Yvette Eridal. Unbeknownst to his new team though, Sir Copp had already been assigned to Centaurus as their Captain. The man chosen to lead them while outside of the City walls was closing in on his new team slowly, but...

"Oi, Noru," Zay called out lazily, offering Sir Peril a gentle wave with his left hand. Noru's eyes widened and his entire body went stiff. "Nice to be working with you again." Noru didn't share the sentiment. Marilyn turned towards Zay as well, but only for a moment before returning her attention to the Venbu. She moved closer to one of their faces, and began to inspect them closely. Most thought they disgusting. Miss Lia thought they were cute. Zay quickly made his way to the center of the group long before Noru could object. The Captain looked pretty meek overall. His skin was very pale, and his hair was completely white like an old man's, but he didn't look a day over 25. Sharp features, an unimposing muscular structure, and... No shirt. His entire upper body was uncovered, though he did wear a small sash around his neck with Arcadia's royal insignia positioned in the center with his name and rank just underneath it. He turned his head to the left, and then to the right. "Is everyone already here?" He called out loudly, looking the five nearby knights over slowly, "I'm gonna be doing role-call in a few minutes, so..." He reached into one of the pockets of his standard issue pants and pulled out a small piece of paper with a bunch of stuff scribbled on it neatly. The paper it self was crumpled and folded though. Zay wasn't really one for neatness or professionalism, it seemed.

Marilyn quickly tiptoed away from the Venbu as soon as she heard the words 'role-call' remembering her superior officer's last lesson very vividly. 'Don't ever lag behind in role-call again missy, don't you dare'. The order still gave her chills. Noru didn't share her apparent enthusiasm, though. He spun towards Zay and crossed his arms impatiently. If this was going to go anything like his previous experience with Captain Copp...

Flin kept playing his melody, despite spotting Noru's clear irritation. He glanced briefly at the knights around him, and then turned his attention to Zay. He stopped playing his guitar which he held in his right, and rose his left hand to stop touching the strings. He placed his guitar on his back, which seemed to fit perfectly on him. He stood up straight and in a more refined manner and moved forward to stand near his fellow knights, albeit with the same lazy look in his eyes. From the sound of it, it looked like this man would lead the caravan rather than Norwell.

Flin blinked for a moment. He wasn't very skeptical about who'd been leading them, as long as they weren't a complete idiot. But he was curious about this sudden change none the less. "Am I correct to assume that you'll be the captain of our Caravan, then? I was informed that Sir Norwell would lead us..." Flin stated, in a calm manner. His attitude sounded somewhat posh but respectful. Noru didn't seem very pleased with Zay, which Flin easily noticed. Flin himself didn't care. He would be judging if he liked this captain's command or not, through personal experience.

"Uh, yeah."

Zay scratched his messy hair with one hand and began to look through the crumpled piece in the other. "I'm Captain Zay Copp. Just uh, call me Zay," He yawned, blinking rapidly as he tried to make out some of the names. "Philip is occupied somewhere else, apparently. Stopped to pull some heroic stuff in the eastern districts if I'm remembering it correctly. I'm sure he's apologetic, or something. It doesn't really matter though. Unless you're a fan of his... I guess." Zay went silent, waiting patiently for the time to pass. He had a fancy little watch on his left arm that he kept glancing at between names. It was a couple minutes ahead of the actual time. Most watches were slightly inaccurate though, he didn't mind it. He looked towards the other members of Centaurus and offered a forced smile.

"What's the matter? I thought I'd be barging into a conversation. You guys were quieter than a stray dog when I got here," He blurted, glaring at Noru. "I know you're a little stuck up, Noru. Don't worry about it. But the rest of you too..?"

Oh, so that’s the captain. And he’s shirtless. Perfect. ...This was going to be a long caravan, wasn’t it? Pyra sighed, and went over to stand by the man. Whatever, Zay was his superior, and that was that.

“I didn’t see any need to converse yet, not until everyone was here. That said, everyone is here now, if I know my basic counting” He says dryly “Which I believe I do.”

"Not everyone," Zay interjected, tapping his paper, "After reviewing our tasks, I made a little change to our roster with permission from Philip. He should be here any second." Zay looked down at his watch and nodded. "Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if he was late." He looked back up the Eldi that addressed him with the corner of his mouth tugged into a lazy smirk. "Besides that though, there's never any harm in getting to know your team before shipping out. If anything, it keeps us tightly bound together. Reduces the chances of accidents."

Marilyn cringed.

"So with that in mind..."

The man in question lazily strolled up to Zay. He had a leather jacket with short sleeves and a hood dyed to match the green color of the leaves. Strapped to his back was an ax just a little too big to be considered a hatchet with a single curved blade. He had a belt with various pouches and holstered to his hip was what appeared to be a grapple gun.

The man yawned and rubbed his bleary eyes. "'Sup Zay." He mumbled groggily as if he had only just awoken.

Lyullia frowned at the sight of their soon-to-be captain. She'd expected someone more professional, and not someone who thought they didn't need to wear armour of even a shirt. Lyullia idly wondered if their captain had ever been shot in the chest. Probably not, since then they'd probably understand the importance of wearing at least something to cover it.

Then another person arrived, apparently a last-minute addition to the team. Judging by the way they addressed the Captain the two had met before. But at least this person understood the importance of wearing clothes.

"I guess that makes everyone then, huh." Lyullia mutters. "Can we get going now?"

Flin looked Zay over, taking in his appearance and attitude. He had to admit, he didn't seem very impressive at first glance. What kind of guy would leave his upper body unprotected? Forget the simple fact that he wouldn't be able to block anything like that...the man could just straight up catch a cold! Flin shook his head in slight dissapointment for a moment. "Right...Anyways, let's hope that we're all competent enough to deal with whatever we'll run into." He spoke, overlooking his fellow knights. He gave the newcomer a quick nod. He sounded serious, despite the fact that he looked like a simple bard.

Zay spun around and waved the newcomer over. Lyullia chimed in impatiently, which only served to frustrate her new captain. As Flin added on to that with a hint of doubt in his voice, Zay sneezed and slowly turned back towards them. "Hey hey, patience and a positive attitude go a long way, friends. I had a hand in picking you six for Centaurus, so you can rest assured that we're well prepared for just about anything. What won't assure that though, is impatience-" Zay pointed at Lyullia, "-And negativity!" He swayed his finger towards Flin and pulled the corner of his lip backwards. He looked back down at the paper still in his hand and nodded. "Right, it's a little early, but we need some time to get acquainted with one another. I've gone through your files already, but that isn't going to mean a thing if we get ambushed by something in the wilds. I'm going to do Role-Call now. When you hear your name, I want you to tell everyone around you something... Interesting about yourself."

Noru nearly broke his nose against the palm of his armored hand. Marilyn was already trying to think of something interesting to say. Zay smiled and scanned his sheet one more time. "Then we can get going..." Zay eyes Lyullia once again with an uneven smile. His eyes returned to the paper, and he started...

"Second Lieutenant Marilyn!" His voice suddenly boomed across the inside of the barracks, bouncing off the ceiling and back walls into a powerful echo. Marilyn froze for a moment, but caught herself before the silence became uncomfortable.

"Present and accounted for, sir! I'm proficient in psychic magic, and can communicate with passive animals in the wild! I love animals too!.. I can also put people to sleep, calm my own nerves, help people rem-"

"One thing is fine, Mary- Can I call you Mary?" Zay cut in abruptly.

"I uh... Yes! Of course!"

"Wonderful! First Lieutenant Daelin!" Zay carried through the list without delay, suddenly increasing the pace of his little activity without warning. He eyed his watch briefly between calling out names.

Daelin pulled his hood down, cleared his throat and started to act like the knight he was supposed to be, mostly. "Present in body, sir." He pulled the ax loose and spun it across his wrist. "I can cut a tree down in record time." He closed his eyes and grinned like an idiot while slipping the ax back into its spot on his back.

"Glad to have you on board, Daelin. I hope your willpower continues to speak for itself." Zay looked to his left and chuckled lightly with a puff of air escaping his nostrils. "Noru," He snorted, clearing his throat straight afterwards. Noru narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. "First Lieutenant Noru!"

"Present," He said coldly, before stepping back towards the Caravan. "I don't like you."

"Hardly an interesting, helpful, or new fact, Noru. Second Lieutenant Lyullia!"

Lyullia sighed and stepped forward as her name was called. Role-calls were never really interesting, but they were a necessary evil.

"Present." She called out, stepping forward. "I can make metal and then make things out of said metal. Need to know anything else?"

Already assuming there wouldn't be any further questions, Lyullia stepped back again, hoping to get this over soon.

Zay rolled his eyes and shook his head dismissively. "Apparently not," he whispered to himself, just audible enough for everyone to hear. "Second Lieutenant Flin!"

"Present." Flin said proudly, bowing forwards slightly with his right hand placed on his heart and his right arm pushed against his chest. "I am capable of Arcane and Metaphysical magic. I can bend sound waves to my whim, and my Arcane abilities pack quite a punch." He stated courteously, before standing straight again. He smiled at Zay, and said nothing else.

“What’s with all this magical stuff?” Zay complained, “Don’t you people have a favorite kind of sandwich or something?” He looked down at his sheet, cocked his head to the side for a second, and exhaled. “That just leaves you. Why don’t you introduce yourself for me, Second Lieutenant?”

Pyra stepped forward and gave a nod to Zay. "I am Ilruvae, and, since the rest of you seem to be talking about magic and whatnot, I specialize in Arcane and, seeing as I'm an Eldi, not likely to specialize in anything else" He says the last part very dryly, due to the impossibility of Eldi having more than one magic type.

"That said, my favorite type of sandwich is ham. Just plain ham." He says with a glance at Zay "I also don't drink alcohol, so I'd like it to not be offered to me, either."