Emlin smiled as the excited hound burbled her obedience and gratefulness. She watched the single eye sparkle with happiness and the eager way that gloved paws gripped the crystal tumbler. The smile broadened at the shocked expression on Anje’s face as the rich liquor was sampled and supped. Another sip from Emlin’s own glass was taken and the Reik elf leant back in the chair with a loud creak of protesting wood.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] </b><i><span style="color: #a64dff">‘Don’t be sad. I’m sure that your years of service will be carried out satisfactorily, Stabswachtmeister. The Reik is, of course, incredibly appreciative of your sacrifices, as it is that of the rest of your kin. Myself, I can see you being of more use alive and with us than tossed in the vague direction of the enemy and hoping for the best.’</span></i><br/><br/>The elf let the glass rest on her lower lip as she took a longer drink of the schnapps. Emlin appeared to be savouring the boozy tang of the drink. She kept her eyes on Anje however, applying what seemed to be a somewhat friendly look. Perhaps it was the slight way that her eyebrows were lifted or the lack of trademark intensity that made her appear approachable. Warm and friendly might have been a stretch too far, but the elf was attempting an approximation of it.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] </b><i><span style="color: #a64dff">‘Personally I have a soft spot for your kind. An affection, one could say. Some of my people would do well to remember just how lucky we are to have the Hounds at our sides. I intend to see your service rewarded here, it’s my gift to you, to all of you. Should we succeed, all wölfentreuen will know your name. I guarantee it. You will inspire and make it known that your people can be…shall we say more than you currently are.</span></i><br/><span style="color: #a64dff"><br/>
<i>Of course, I don’t want this to go to your head. You are promoted because I believe you are capable of keeping the others in order as much as I believe you are capable of command. The magister won’t like it, but I will have a nice long word with her. She </i>will<i> see it my way when we’re through, or at least keep her trap shut about it.’</i></span><br/><br/>Emlin turned the glass in her hand and let the liquor coat the sides. She leant forwards and a few strands of pale hair fell from beneath the peaked cap donning her head. The chair creaked again as the elf shifted. She lifted the glass to her lips and downed what was left of the schnapps.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] </b><i><span style="color: #a64dff">‘Now be a good hound and finish your drink. Go back to the others and ingratiate yourself to them in a manner befitting your new rank. Try to…hmn, get across the point that they need to take orders from you. They might need to have some encouragement, but I’m sure you can manage that. When you’re done banging heads – no, not literally - send Vizefeldwebel Krieger to me. I’m sure she’ll be suitably enraged. You are dismissed.’</span></i><br/><br/>The Reik elf placed her empty glass down on the desk and then got to her feet. For a moment she looked as though she were about to leave, then paused with a thoughtful expression snagging her lip.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari]</b><span style="color: #a64dff"><i>‘That is unless you have any questions for me</i> <i>Stabswachtmeister? I have a few moments to indulge you. I believe that you have earned the right to ask them, what with your promotion and all. Otherwise after talking to the “troops” you can see yourself properly equipped at the armoury. Ask Oberwachtmeister Gerst about the new uniform and it will be procured, to your…unique requirements. Heh. Tails. If you have no questions, you may leave.'</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>