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And with that, the Elder left the council hall, as abruptly as she usually did, though it was Arielle that was on his mind. That fool... Amiartys thought to himself. A baroness, head of the household, wants to go on a mercenary mission? What the hell is she thinking? He could see it in her flamboyant and radiant green eyes, the eager and flaming passion to pursue something she had never done before, to expand her limitations. It was true that she was a different woman, certainly no maiden wanting to be rescued by some knight in shining armor for she was one! No, Arielle was no ordinary woman at all and certainly no ordinary human in addition to that fact. A wild-blooded woman, descended from the Germans who migrated into Nocturne and forged the great noble houses north just several hundred years past. Many could derive her rather masculine behavior from being raised in a household filled with younger brothers, having to lead and deal with men nearly all of her life. Amiartys, however, thought otherwise, perhaps he thought she was born that way, a human born astray from many others. 

As admittingly intrepid as she was, Arielle was however predisposed to show her worth in the world, often too boldly as it had gotten her in trouble many times in the past when she was smaller as Amiartys could remember. That certainly did not change. Change must only occur someone, so as long as that person is willing to make that change themselves. Arielle was no exception to that. She had her father's ambition, this he could admit, though his rash valor, ready to prance as quickly as a rabbit if ever one was to be so eager to jump into the call to duty. Thus the predisposition was further based downward to his daughter, who he did not expect to be a soldier at all, not to mention the true Head of the Household as a woman. He had yet to teach her humility. 

Women who fought during vicious wars were definitely not at all uncommon, though hardly of them were human, especially as young as Arielle was. That he could again give her respect for, but to risk throwing her life away for what? To bottle fame, if not for at least once? Like the many shield maidens she heard of in her ancestry many hundreds of years ago? It was idiotic and foolish he thought, why she would allow herself to do this he had no idea but he knew he could not force her to stay. She was too stubborn for that and she was perfectly able to make decisions on her own though Amiartys wished he could've taught her better. 

"Mycandros, gather the men, wherever they roam, and have them bare arms and have them pack to leave soon from this city." Amiartys ordered. Mycandros complied without hesitation, silent as he normally wasn't though it was whenever he knew he had disappointed Amiartys as he did earlier when Amelia had her hands wrapped around his neck. "You must leave too, Commodry, and let me stay here just for a while."

"Aw, but I-" 

"No buts, go, boy. Unless you want to walk all the way to Germania. Besides, I'm surprised you're not bored in a place like this." He said, referring to the typical and rather boring political discussions. The boy however semed to be impressed by the individuals attending this meeting than by the discussions. "Mycandros, take him with you. You are to take charge for now, I shall meet you at the Inn. Now off with you!" He gesticulated a cue for his men to leave with haste. Amiartys could not deal with them now, he had to talk to his old and rather rash student whom he partially raised. 

"Yes sir." Mycandros complied, signaling Amiartys's guards to leave his side. Briskly, they left the large council hall that had already been emptying out, the large man following behind the crowd. It wasn't until it was more than halfway empty that Amiartys could admire the architecture of the building. The arches and symmetry of the building, rebuilt from when a time the old world before the Great Wars where those who lived during that era would call it ancient, though it were polished as as if it were new. The waxed mahogany that shined almost as bright as metal, the radiant windows shining from the rising morning sun that pierced into the council hall, the clear, reflective, and fine marble that lay on the floor. It was a fine city, as the rumors said they were, a city Amiartys had nearly forgotten about in these 30 years since being away. 

"Alright. I'll see you at the allotted rendezvous point then ? Greetings..." Said the large man as he left the building. 

"Yes, yes, Hatuum. Goodbye, and be sure you are ready before our departure." he reminded him, though Amiartys already knew he was well prepared. He looked as if he were a hardened veteran of violence, he had come across many his many youthful years and with that, Hatuum had left the building, leaving Amiartys to contend with his old student in the council hall.
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