[Ruins of the Citadel] - Hard Brass, Standing Proud [Private - Striker/Laby]

[Keldon Elsdragon]

Twenty Third Brightening of the Third Cycle in the Month of Ponutis in the Season Spring; Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV
Post Fractum. The Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne

Keldon sat at the desk, although he was somewhat nervous of the topic of this conversation and the fact that if they disagreed it could lead to serious problems for himself. However it was also something that he needed to try and the ruins of Paxia was no better place.

He had ordered a text put up inside the ruins of the Rainbow Citadel where the damage was thus far the greatest and hunks of the fallen Citadel was still present. Making sure there was drinks and the like around he sat there briefly awaiting the legion commanders arrival.

[Labyrinth]

There was no mistaking the security arrangements or the arrival of the Imperatis as a goodly Centurios of troops arrived in Paxia a brightening before the intended meeting. Pulling rank – if need be, although given Provost Drake and the history between them and the Nexians it probably wasn't – the Nexus contengient set up camp inside the walls of the Imperial Legion Encampment in Paxia.

Thus, half that Centurios rode into Paxia with the Imperatis and his First Provost, unwilling it seemed to let up security arrangements too far. In their approach though, Larinthorpe prominent with his blonde hair waving and Du'Villier conspicuously armored for battle as a cavalryman, it was hard to tell their reaction to the summons from the Minister of War's representative in Paxia.

None the less they had come out of loyalty and duty – and both come too, leaving presumably some third-in-line Provost to take care of such matters as babysitting Nexus for a few brightenings.

Removing his helmet and shaking his hair to remove the sweat from it Du'Villier tossed it to a neighbouring Legionnaire and dismounted with Larinthorpe as the Legionnaires spread out, some dismounting and retrieving bows from their saddles whilst others trotted off in small groups to begin a patrol.

Was this distrust of the Paxian Legion? If anyone was asked then the answer would be a negative, the Imperatis and his Provost trusted the men who had fought alongside theirs at Paxia explicitly, they just knew that the Paxians were stretched enough as it was without being responsible for a neighbouring city's Legion High Command into the bargain.

What was perhaps unique though upon consideration was the momentum of this occasion. How many times in the past Eras had senior officials from neighboring Legions met beyond social gatherings and polite chat? Never? Certainly not in the memory of those present from all the rumours they had heard about lack of activity.

“Serale.”

Greeted Alexander with a blink of his violet eyes, Larinthorpe but a step behind and to his left. Admittedly neither looked particularly amused or convinced at this stage but then they were not usually the type to get summoned without so much as a hint to the topic. Still, neither commented – yet – giving Keldon a chance to explain his remoteness and lack of clarity...and why he felt it necessary to throw his weight around, before they grumbled.

Professional, after all, was the watch word of the Nexus Legion.

[Labyrinth]

The contingent from the other Legion, the 24th, had been in the area of Paxia considerably longer with double the number of men brought by Alexander. Although they arrived later than the Nexus Imperatis had simply because they'd spent a lot of the time camped outside of Paxia and hadn't anticipated such trouble finding the location they wanted to get to.

None the less a combination of mounted and foot troops numbering, again, around fifty, appeared and spread out in the colours of the 24th with a squat Dorin dressed like a foot-Legionnaire and bearing the appropriate rank tabs coming forward...and walking straight past Alexander who caught the gray furred Imperatis with an arm on his shoulder.

This resulted in Alexander's nearly being wrenched off as a clearly angry Dotin spun and placed a hand on Alexander's, twisting it off...and pausing only because he recognized the violet eyed man.

“Who, Alexander.” The brown eyes Dorin growled. “Is he?” Pointing to Keldon with a talon. Alexander meanwhile responded with his eyes fixed levelly on Keldon, his...uncertainty about this meeting evident.

“The Surveyor General of the Empire under the command of our Minister for War it seems. Seeing as we all have no desire to be reported as not turning up for meetings, we're all here, I suggest we give him a chance to explain before you rip his head of Barnor. That would really result in a bad report.”

Alexander offered with a tight smile as he retrieved his hand from that of Barnor Khalid, Imperatis of the 24th, who grunted and proceeded to wait beside Alexander and Larinthorpe.