Graelle gazed upon the far larger people with some slight amount of fear, while it was a common occurrence to see a group of the ‘big folk’ as she called them, it was still very unnerving. The woman in the ornate heavy armour caught her attention first, she was a literal giant! Easily three times her own height, and then some. Then the man in the barbaric looking armour, he most certainly wasn’t a human, or at least not a full blooded one, as for the other half of his blood, or his race in general, she was unsure. Though the, wolf, did indeed catch her eye, if it was a nervous one, especially with her pet cat around such a creature was most certainly something to watch out for, though Graelle didn’t think poorly of her in the least. However, she noticed the man in white leather and a bright red sash last, likely because she didn’t find him all that threatening, though he was likely highly competent. It was an evolved trait of her race, a constant search for dangerous foes.<br/><br/>She responded first to the plump man that had asked her if her journey had been good.<span style="color: #FF0080"> “The journey was enjoyable actually, no troubles on the road.”</span>She noticed the other greetings she got though, and responded to them with friendly smiles and nods of acknowledgement. They were a diverse bunch, all of which seemed to be highly competent in one thing or another, and vastly taller than her. Height difference had never been a problem for her at all, but it did always leave a slight feeling of being out of place when in the midst of others. Each of them had their own sets of varied and particularly useful skills that would aid them in keep peace where they could, and aid others where possible. The city, in which they would do this, was apparently a piece of a once vast empire that had been completely annexed and taken over by a rival force. Graelle wasn’t much bothered by the fighting, but she did hate all the aggression and the pan that such things always caused upon those that had absolutely no part. It left a deep drain upon her knowing that there were people that suffered because of things that nobles called ‘power’ and how they forever lusted for such a thing.<br/><br/>Taking her mind off of war, and how horrific the fighting must have been for an entire empire to be annexed, she thought about the present. It would be wise to speak further with the man that recruited her. A large bird-man named Craw. He had presumably also recruited all the other people gathered here, though maybe Eirik had helped him? It would make sense, seeing as it was often a hard task to gather so many people from so far away. Especially given just how bad some people could be when dealing with the other races, some even resorting to outright taunting and name-calling just because they were different, it was ludicrous. Though she did not ponder such a thing for long, when she heard a deep voice, presumably belonging to a male, a little while away from where the group stood currently. Turning around quickly, a sudden look of shook and curiosity drew across her face. A large man with darkly coloured skin was approaching; he had numerous white tattoos across his body and face. He was a giant of a man, on par in height with the woman in armour, and his appearance was a harrowing sight, even if Graelle was staunchly in favour of giving everyone a chance. He seemed to be a fairly plump man, not exactly the slimmest of people, but not horribly overweight. His voice was perhaps the most normal part about him.<br/><br/>Turning her attention from the harrowing looking man, she saw that Eirik was gesturing for them to all move inside the mill. Graelle followed, entering the mill, just slightly after dismounting from her housecat mount, and holding him by the reins. The insides of the mill’s main floor seemed to be nigh empty compared to a normal mill, all the heavy tools and machines must have been taken for use in the war, making uniforms and the like. However, there was a large table in the centre of the floor, with around two dozen seats or so. Many people were dressed in red and gold, soldiers. Maybe some of those that fought in the war? She would be sure to ask them at some point, when it was more appropriate. She instantly felt her slight amount of nervousness triple in size, making her feel uneasy.<br/><br/>‘Ah good, your men are here’ Graelle heard the voice of a woman say; she was dressed in the attire of the other soldiers, red and gold. From the looks of her uniform, she looked to be some high importance, for her uniform seemed somewhat more, important compared to the other soldiers in the room. Though Graelle was more bothered about the large form of a humanoid raven perched atop a chair, Craw. One of them main men, well humanoid ravens, behind this attempt at keeping peace in the newly annexed empire. When the woman walked up the main podium in the room, behind her was a large map measuring many feet in both length and width. It had the detail of every single alley, dead end and even garden statues upon it, meaning that is was amazingly well detailed. The female soldier explained that ‘Universus’ meant something like ‘becoming one’ and that; that was the true goal here. To peacefully allow the various peoples of the newly claimed empire to be integrated peacefully, hopefully with minimal blood spilt however.<br/><br/>Graelle listened further when the soldier gave more information about the task. They were to root out lawbreakers in the city, and bring them to justice, stopping them and their horrible acts of crime upon the other citizens. Killing someone wasn’t particularly high up on Graelle’s to-do list, not that it was on there in general, but she assumed that it may have to come to that at some point.<br/><br/>She perked up somewhat when Craw was supposed to introduce himself; he seemed to be a rather friendly person, if somewhat rough around the edges. He seemed just poised to do that however, before he looked directly at, into her eyes with his own, beady and black eyes. Graelle felt a deep sense of nervousness envelop her; she certainly didn’t look like any kind of warrior that would be throwing criminal after criminal into jail using nothing but strength, she briefly considered just walking away from the situation before she got too embarrassed, but before she did, she head a great crackling cry from Craw.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">‘Graelle!? My dear girl is that you? It has been some time... Please, you must stay so we can catch up after this meeting here.’ </span>She heard the large raven squawk at her, bringing a slight smile to her face  that she perhaps wasn’t just some ‘joke soldier’ that was here to merely be amusing. It was some slim hope given the array of deadly looking soldiers, and fearsome looking members of her own group, but there she was…the two foot lady and her cat… Instead of sulking however, she listened to the words of Craw. Apparently introductions were now. The soldiers in red and gold were first on the list, they answered quickly, standing, saying their name and rank, then sitting back down in their seats. When the paper came to those from her own group, she answered when her own name came up.<span style="color: #FF0080">“I am Graelle Anris, Wardent.” </span>Her voice felt quiet and timid when compared to the deep and brave voices of the soldiers. Like that of a child when compared to hardened warriors. Instead of trying to fix such a thing, she merely sought solace in her animal companion, stroking the creature’s smooth and silky coat of black fur. She genuinely felt nervous.