Zalvryn looked upon the elemental. It had identified the flaw in his attempt at making an impression, the fact that he himself had never been to the warp in person. "ehrm... I have not, but why would I, the son of lord grande, go to the frontline? It wouldn't make much sense." The attempted save had yet more holes for the elemental to poke, but Zalvryn found something to change the subject to. "Ah, I think we have arrived at our destination." He said, as the driver emerged from the cockpit. He had been so caught up in the conversation that he had barely even noticed that the Landcrawler had come to a stop. As the driver opened the hatch, Zalvryn could feel the slightly musty air from the landcrawler rush outside, making room for a ghastly smell. The air rom outside reeked of decay. This was not a promising sign.<br/><br/>As Zalvryn stepped outside, his luggage would probably be handled by some soldier, he finally laid eyes upon the lands near the warp. The sky was darkened and stormy, with the few gaps in the fell clouds allowing a sickly green glow to seep through. The fort where they had just arrived might have once been a grand and ornate show of teuveranian architecture, but it was obvious that past squalor had decayed away. The engravings upon the walls had all but worn off completely. The towers had multiple siege weapons of varying sorts haphazardly built upon them. And from what he could see, the outer wall had been breached on multiple points and seemingly abandoned by the garisson.<br/><br/>The men themselves weren't in a much better shape. Many were sick and weakened. Some looking more dead than alive. How could the situation have escelated like this? From what Zalvryn had overheard, the situation was supposed to be under control, or at least far better protected than the sorry husk of a fort he was looking at right now. When he recovered frmo the sight, he stomped off towards where the captain was indicated to be. It was likely the captain would be a vassal of house planeguard and therefore, subordinate to Zalvryn.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>Captain lejuge shook awake from a troubled sleep. He had heard the task force of the council would be arriving today. But he hadn't done a thing to prepare. All the fine protocol and the like felt wasted out here in this savage land, and judging by the usual level of competence the delegates of the council had concerning the situation here, it wasn't likely they would be pulling their weight anytime soon anyway. Captain Lejuge might have once thought differently of the matter, back before he was posted on this doomed assignment. Lord Grande had summoned him as a trusted vassal, a seasoned commander to defend not just the honor of Grande's dynasty, but of the entirety of teuveran. The departure of him and his troops had been full of hope and good morale, neither of which even survived the trek towards the garrison.<br/><br/>He was still reminiscing when a man clothed in familiar garb stomped into his office in a huff. He looked quite like lord Grande. if it wasn't for the lack of grey hairs, lejuge would have sworn it was the old bastard himself. He spoke in a somewhat whiny, haugthy tone of voice. "Captain, what happened here?! This fort is a mess!" The captain remained utwardly calm, he was quite offende by the manner this nobleman adressed him. "Sir, you might not understand the severity of the situation here." Zalvryn harrumphed condescendingly in respone to this. "How severe must things become when both the walls and the men are literally rotting away where they stand!" This retort unleashed a rage of sorts in the good captain Lejuge "Listen up you sniveling snob! I didn't choose to march my men into the middle of this hell on earth, you have no idea what kind of choices I had to make just so some of my men could survive, but does your council or your incomptent father care? no!, they just send delegates to write reports and completely ignore us!<br/><br/>Zalvryn was apaled by this sudden outburst. "How dare you talk to the house's heir like that, if my father would hear this he would..." Zalvryn was cut off by another tirade from the captain. "Your father isn't here you incompetent bag of worhthless rocks! And as long as you're here, I'm the one in charge, not you, and not your idiotic family!" Zalvryn stared silent at Lejuge for a while. He was quite good at judging peiple y their body language, anf Lejuge's body language indicated he was dead serious. Zalvryn relented, if only to not anger a man seemingly ready to strike him down in a moment's notice.<br/><br/>Lejuge was starting to calm down somewhat now "so tell me, who else did the council send here to waste our supplies and time?" It was a question not pointed at Zalvryn, but at anyone that might have been waiting outside.