04-14-2015, 10:49 PM
Aldritch watches the Einher pass without comment, a slight, cold smirk on his face. "You want a lesson in respecting the Firstborn, Miss Yves?" he asks, watching them enter the tavern. "Don't let god worshippers walk all over you. Defend the Path you follow, even if it is Styphon's. You have an uphill battle ahead of you in that regard; his use of undead through control of the Orb, while arguably efficient and true to his form of tactics, is disgusting."
He turns to look at the girl. "I'll be at Curum's feast if you'd like to speak further. One of you introduce me to this Ludwic individual. I would have words with him."
Finally, he turns his attention back to Arcadeus, his expression hardening. "The correct response when your superior tells you to report to him is not 'Crystal,' it is 'Yes, sir,' or in my case I'd accept 'Yes, Captain.' Physignathus' fleet is not military exactly, but there is order and rank, and I will not condone insubordination from you if you intend her favour." His eyes narrow. "Am. I. Clear?"
He turns to look at the girl. "I'll be at Curum's feast if you'd like to speak further. One of you introduce me to this Ludwic individual. I would have words with him."
Finally, he turns his attention back to Arcadeus, his expression hardening. "The correct response when your superior tells you to report to him is not 'Crystal,' it is 'Yes, sir,' or in my case I'd accept 'Yes, Captain.' Physignathus' fleet is not military exactly, but there is order and rank, and I will not condone insubordination from you if you intend her favour." His eyes narrow. "Am. I. Clear?"
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