[Eyvind Redbeard]

Aratar

When the door was opened and a Elf strode in it wasn't a Vagaran that he saw, but a Dorin. A jet black Dorin with an enormous jaw. If Aratar was to peer on his rank he would see that he was a Shield Daekin and not a Cencoris.

"Cencoris Eyvind Redbeard isn't here. He departed and is in the frontline. As for me I was forced to stay behind and deal with paper work."

He spoke with a tired voice and to show how tired he way he threw some reports behind his back. Then looking up with an almost malicious grin he stated.

"It seems whoever sent you didn't know the war already started. We are in a rush in here. I think you can follow to the frontline in a few Brightenings with the reinforcements to the Manjet. As for that letter." he returned it without even opening it "Deliver it to him personally, if you find him that is. That lad is crazy when it comes to making a war and I wouldn't be surprised if he had dyed his hair with black and his skin with green and changed his horse to a worg just to reach Ire and kill the Gothmog himself. It would certainly end this war...but well...

In the meanwhile feel free to train with the men, take a bunk in the barracks and a meal along with the Legionnaires. Fresh blood is always good to release the pressure. Go tell them tales of beautiful grassy fields full of flowers if you want. Now I have to deal with all these reports."

Moments passed in which the Shield Daekin didn't pay attention to the Ef.

"You're still standing there? Lad, if you are here it is for one thing and one thing only: to kill Orcs. Otherwise no one would come to Sheria, no one with two fingers of forehead that is, I've seen people so crazy they came here to eat Spring berries. Anyway, join the men, visit the armory if you need anything, get ready. Orders may arrive at any moment and I don't want you to delay the departure of my men, lad. You're dismissed."