[Arkahn Th'alashar]

Ponutis 35, late afternoon, Era XII
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Arkahn greeted the guards, presenting them his writ of office. They immediately snapped to a salute and stood at attention. Arkahn returned the salute. "At ease." He said calmly as he opened the door to his office and stepped in. It was the office of a politician. Gil'dae wasn't a true soldier, and eventhough Arkahn respected the man, he felt quite disappointed at the office itself. It smelled of cinnamon and vanilla, sweet scents that had nothing to do with warfare. There were comfortable chairs too. In the private office there stood a comfortable bed and a snack cabinet. They were unneeded.

Behind him there was a sudden knock on the door. Arkahn turned around. "Come in." He said, raising his voice enough to be heard on the other side of the door. The door opened, a man well in his forties stepping in. He was human. His black hair hand been cut short, his uniform looked crisp and told Arkahn he was a Daekin. The man wore a longsword from his right hip, designating him as left handed. It was odd what things you noticed. The human's uniform closed high around his throat. The man looked well-groomed, his face shaven clean, brown eyes looking at Arkahn from underneath thick black eyebrows. The man had a sense of determination about him. The kind of man that went about his business quick and efficient without any unecessary flair. He saluted Arkahn. "Daekin Marius Grecca reporting for duty, Minister Th'alashar. I am to be your personal assistant for as long as you fulfill your duties as Minister of War." The man stood at attention, chin up slightly, chest out, eyes staring straight forward looking at nothing. A shining example of soldiery. Like Arkahn had done to the guards, he returned Daekin Grecca's salute. "As you were Daekin Grecca." Arkahn ordered the man, watching as Grecca stood at ease.
"My personal possesions are still in the Crown and Tavern Inn. Send someone to fetch them please. Also, see to it that the chair in that corner is removed and replaced with an armourstand. The bed in the private office is to be replaced with a simple bed, replace the snack cabinet with an armoire with two regular uniforms and a dress uniform and put a dresser with a washing bowl and a mirror in there. That will be all for now." Arkahn wasn't about to keep these unneeded things around the office for too long. "Oh, and see to it that you find the origins of these sweet smells and remove them." Arkahn added. "Yes sir. I have also taken the liberty of sending over a tailor to take your measurements for a uniform, sir." Grecca spoke, still standing at ease and looking straight through Arkahn. Either Grecca was sucking up to him or he was really as thoughtful. Arkahn would soon find out. "Very thoughtful of you Daekin Grecca, but I'd hate to think that you are brownnosing me. Are you a Brownnoser?" The man seemed shocked at Arkahn's insinuations and even forgot his blank stare for a moment as he turned his head towards Arkahn. "No sir, I'm not a brownnoser sir." Arkahn smiled. He wasn't going to go easy on anyone for now. "Very well Daekin. I suspect you will be wanting to fullfil the orders I have given you. That'll be all." Grecca nodded, saluted and wheeled around on his heels before marching off. Arkahn just grinned. Bloody Minister of War. Amazing wasn't it?