[Teig O'Maolain]

Spear Daekin Teig O'Maolain sat watching the commotion on a tree stump very very close by, and as the mood relaxed, he chose that particular moment to walk up to the group of men.

He stood silently, both of his hands resting on his hips, standing at 6'1" and looking relaxed. He knew however that his hands were close enough to draw either the longsword or the rapier he wore on either hip, and he was close enough to deal a deathblow should any fool attempt to kill his commander.

Got this one, Boss? He spoke with a familiarity that betrayed his military discipline. There was a vague intensity in his eyes that seemed to lament his good humor and the brevity to which he had approached life, gone now in the wake of the recent news of war. replaced by a hardened shell, he still was warm with those that he trusted. newcomers would now only see a cold, calculating warrior.
Fresh meat for the Grinder then?