clearing a mind - open; tangler

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The Ardent possessed little care to see Tanglers on the Pitt's border -- they may be withholding neutrality, but that did not wipe away the past.  While he had been pleasantly surprised by Moth's kind demeanor when the medic had came to visit her son, he approached Elsweyr with wariness.

He did not care for the effect fire brought to his daughter, nor thought particularly highly of Tanglers who carried it.  In the end, Elsweyr was not Aurum, and Gael would treat her with courtesy for the time being.

"If you are new to these lands, I suspect you do not know of the history between our groups," the vulpine remarked in neutral tone.  His hazel gaze locked steadily on the Shadow Regent, fairly suspicious on the matter -- Tanglewood's second should know about their political history.

"We are not friends."  A trivial thought, as far as the faerie felt.  "Bad blood runs deep between Tanglewood and the Pitt.  You should not expect to find allies among us."

In the end, Gael knew even few Pittians recalled the damage Tanglewood had inflicted -- the reason why half their jungle stood charred and damaged, the friend Aine watched killed in front of her.  The Ardent was not a forgiving man; Tanglewood would know no warmth from him.

"It is good to be curious of your neighbors however," he added, ear flicking.  "If you are Tanglewood's second, it is important you can lead with the proper knowledge."

Gael inclined his head.  "You must forgive me, but I will be refraining from telling you too much of our group.  As I said, we are no allies of Tanglewood.  I am, however, willing to explain our ranks --" since she had not understood what Jack meant by Imperator -- he felt that kind of information was important for even outsiders to know. 

"I believe your leader is referred to as a Luminary, but here it is Ardent.  My second-in-command is Jack, who we call the Imperator."

"Our leaders in healing and combat are the Fleshweavers and Marauders respectively."  That felt enough to the vulpine, hazel eyes briefly lingering on Aine as he mentioned her rank.

"I hope this information will suffice?"

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby