[b][u][center]Here Cometh the Wolves[/b][/u][/center]

Saul nodded lightly at the Captain. Silently taking into account the feeling that something was deliberately left out by him, something rather important. For now it was better to keep such feelings to himself and only play on them when the moment presented itself. Saul then turned his attention towards Jellial, who had finished his inspection of the body. His face twisted and contorted into one of minor annoyance.

“Wonderful, that means someone has just been toying with the authorities. Making it look like one of the local Beastmen is responsible.”

Well that would at least explain why no one of Lycan or Lizard blood was being targeted: why would someone go after their own kind? It's much more convincing to slice up some poor sod and make it look like some [i]“savage”[/i] Beastman did it. Of course it could still be a Lycan, just a different kind, but Saul was under the impression that it was just an average man pulling these killings in order to drive the Beastmen out. But it was all hearsay at this point. Though he was certain that whoever was carrying these murders out was no friend of the local tribes. Saul once again speaks to Jellial and gives a satisfactory grunt.

“Indeed. Talk to both, we need their support. I have a suspicion that whoever is behind this wants' nothing more than the Lycans and Lizardmen out of the country and is framing them for it with these slice and dice tactics.”

And these Dragon Knights seemed an obvious suspect. Though perhaps too obvious. From what he had been briefly told, they seemed like a zealous fringe group. The dime a dozen you see in any major city. Though with their whole ethnic cleansing mentality, they perfectly fitted the kind of suspect Saul was looking for, assuming he was right in the first place.

Saul then looks up toward Esyllt and with a small frown shakes his head. 

“Nay, Master Varro has to be accounted for. If he's parading around the city this is the best and safest way to reach him. He is of vital importance in the span of things as well.”

He shifted his eyes suspiciously towards Jellial for a brief moment before focusing back on Esyllt.

“Besides, I'm well aware that to some, especially Lycans. My blood smells absolutely delicious. And I'm willing to think that they imagine I would taste a lot like chicken. So being near a large group of them is not good for my health.”

He looks at Esyllt solemnly, he suddenly was reminded of his years as a Commander. But quickly pushed back those bitter memories and spoke in a tone that resembled more of a refined general, and less of a brute he seemed to be now.

“Keep Jellial safe and protect him if anything should happen. He is our only link to the local tribes and to lose him would be insufferable.”

He then takes a glare at James for a moment to finally get a chance to size him up.

“And you should stick with the Girl. Keep her safe and head over to the Doctor.”

With that being said. Saul motioned for the Captain to lead him to Varro. He would be the odd man out and go by himself. But it was better than anyone else going by themselves. With all this investigating work, safety was a huge priority. As he begins to leave he hears Laenaia make a small quip, he turns and lashes out, his aura of leadership broken by his somewhat amazingly unreal temper.

“OF COURSE I'M CONCERNED!” he snarls viciously at her. His red pupil eyes harsh and unkind, but also a soft pain and worry behind them. “You think I wanna take a boat ride home with a bunch of you in boxes!”

He turns his back on the group and gestures for Captain Rexel to begin moving... quickly. Before Saul began maiming him. Who was she to ask him that question? Stupid idiot girl. He quickly took a deep breath and composed himself as he walked down the hallway.

After all, he had a General to attend to. One that was possibly paranoid, unstable and possessed. The only positive thing Saul could think of the occasion was that it certainly wouldn't be boring. Though Saul quickly realized that wasn't really making him feel better.