Elvin ears twitched as he continued to watch the group before him, entering and passing the gates. Gandrian didnâ??t fear that he had to sneak in, as he knew that he was of pure enough blood that heâ??d be able to waltz right in. However, it was amusing to watch them interact, and not surprisingly, he watched as Lynnira swiftly head for what appeared to be their goaled direction. Xion didnâ??t seem to care, as he was fixated on the Elf that was in their group, which made the silver-blue tilt his head in curiosity.<br/><br/>From what he could hear, she was a healer as well.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bf40"><i>So sheâ??s my replacement....</i></span>he concluded. The General wasnâ??t spiteful or bitter about it, but it was almost akin to a morbid fascination. Was she as strong as him? Perhaps, but then again, perhaps not. Strength was not measured by their physical abilities, though that did have a small degree of importance, but upon their elements and their experiences. Moral judgment was a large factor, and he had more blood of the innocents on a strand of his hair than she had in her body. Briefly, he wondered if she would turn into a killer like he had, because as he observed them, he noted that the females of the group seemed to be moreâ?¦ depressing. They were spiteful and angered easily, and while darkness might have been taught into the heart of men, it seemed like Lynnira and the Elfâ??Arioch was it?â??had darkness born into them.<br/><br/>If he was trusted to be near them like Xion had been, he would have used his chance to lure the women to the darker side somehow. Not a large gap of a chance to do so, but they would be much easier than someone like Valen or Brand. In fact, he would have loved to swoop down there when the Captain had shown up to join the fun, but the small fact that Brand was there left him no choice but to stay stationed. Gandrian didnâ??t worry about taking on Lynnira, as he remembered being heel to heel with her, while being toe to toe with the wind wielder. But while he had been on par with the older knights, the youngest had always been able to knock him unconscious with a burst of thunder.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bf40"><i>Vali, Valiâ?¦what do I have to do to get you alone?</i></span>the former knight pondered, twirling a piece of his hair like some child. His mind wandered and he physically winced as he felt more of the nature around them killed. Absently, he wondered if the other members of his â??teamâ?? had done something to their surroundings. That puppy was probably eating something right off the bone, so he assumed it was either Nekar or Malak. Ah, if only the King gave him permission to mentor the heads of the Dark Armyâ?¦ heâ??d like to fuck her over in many ways.