
The Drybone commander was irate. "You were sent to preform recon! Were you trying to get yourselves killed!" Their reply was in unison, "No Sir." The commander threw papers, "So the twelve took pity on you idiots and somehow you wiped them out! Am I suppose to be impressed by you showboating bastards!' Again they replied, standing at attention, though Cian was finding it hard to not laugh, "No Sir!" The officer stood and walked over to them, "I will make it my personal mission in life to see you removed from the Flames before you get someone killed." There then came a voice from the door, "You've made your point Commander, stand down no." The Commander turned, ready to lay into whoever dared to..... "You?" His anger melted into fear as he saw the woman before him. She was quite striking to see, her hair was long, though you may not notice by the bun it was made up, it was the color of a golden sunset on the sands. A midlander, her skin was fair, her form fit, athletic, but no mistaking, a woman's without a doubt. She gave a half-hearted salute, "Commander. If you are done nutting my two new men, I would like to get them back home." Her uniform and insignia noted her rank as Flame Captain, much lower then the man she addressed, yet he feared her, "These... these are my men." he sheepishly argued. She winked at Erik and Cian and walked to the desk dropping a missive on it, the seal of the Sultanate's Office on it, "No, I don't think so. You see these two just took out twelve bandits without a scratch and all you can do is bitch about policy. You don't know how to handle such talent."
Once outside, Cian let loose a laugh, "Did you see that E? I think I'm in love." To which the Captain backhanded him, "Shut your mouth. You haven't earned that cocky mouth of your's yet." She was stern looking now, not the easy moving woman she had seemed. Erik regarded the change with interest, but said nothing. The Captain noticed him though, "Its a mask. When you do what I do you have to learn to make your own mask." Erik thought on that, "So you acted that way because that is how he saw you?" She nodded as they reached the stables, climbing into a wagon, "Sort of. In my time in Ul'dah I have formed the mask people needed to see, Every mask is different, and is influenced by who you wish you were and what others need and expect from you. Playing into the needs and prejudices of others lets you blend in and not be noticed." Cian looked confused, "Who are you? And where are we going?" The woman turned in the driver seat, looking like she was without her mask for a moment, I am Ser Juliette Monroe, Sultansworn of Ul'dah, and Captain of the Crimson Watch. And you are going with me to Ul'dah, I have a job for you two idiots."
Once outside, Cian let loose a laugh, "Did you see that E? I think I'm in love." To which the Captain backhanded him, "Shut your mouth. You haven't earned that cocky mouth of your's yet." She was stern looking now, not the easy moving woman she had seemed. Erik regarded the change with interest, but said nothing. The Captain noticed him though, "Its a mask. When you do what I do you have to learn to make your own mask." Erik thought on that, "So you acted that way because that is how he saw you?" She nodded as they reached the stables, climbing into a wagon, "Sort of. In my time in Ul'dah I have formed the mask people needed to see, Every mask is different, and is influenced by who you wish you were and what others need and expect from you. Playing into the needs and prejudices of others lets you blend in and not be noticed." Cian looked confused, "Who are you? And where are we going?" The woman turned in the driver seat, looking like she was without her mask for a moment, I am Ser Juliette Monroe, Sultansworn of Ul'dah, and Captain of the Crimson Watch. And you are going with me to Ul'dah, I have a job for you two idiots."