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(ooc: Assuming the previous meeting and talks with Malk, Anvael, and Arch go well, otherwise [or if this is a strictly Taralon/government issue] feel free to ask me to delete this! Also sorry, this isn't really good writing but I didn't want to make Red or you guys wait any longer!!)
Only a moment after the newly discovered brother, Malkaer, had finished speaking did Archalen arrive on horseback. His face was blank, much to still absorbing information as anything else. To think! He had family all this time and they were here before him. It was strange and....seemingly fitting at the same time. He had been invited here after their discussion and stood behind the group a bit for a moment. Honestly, he didn't quite know how to act. Would he greet his newly discovered family by first name? Perhaps in the old Esh'lahier language? He didn't know. This was all new to him. Whatever the case, he choose and stuck to it all the same.
The black steed trotted up to where the two Esh'lahier and the Daekin stood discussing. Not far off, an army was forming. Still in its infancy it had a ways to go and Archalen only knew this too well for Imperia held many similarites to what was unfolding here and now. At least, as far as training new sword arms and the like.
Turning toward Anvael, Archalen bowed his head. "Your Excellency." Then to Malk he bowed. "Your Grace." He choose to go with the formal, if nothing else it was polite in front of mixed company. Archalen had heard the last part of the conversation and choose to comment on it then. "My congratulations Daekin, an impressive force gathered from what.....I hear, in haste." Wether it was impressive or not didn't matter, such were formalites when two first met. "My apologies.....I am Lord Esgalvith, of Imperia." Having gotten re-introductions and new alike out of the way Archalen sat in the saddle, watching not only the men in the field, but his newly discovered family as well.
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