It looked like Emlin was letting her guard down a little to relax. At least, that's what it looked like to Anje. Was it the drink that eased Emlin's walls? The schnapps was surprisingly sweet so it couldn't be that alcoholic, could it? Was it even alcoholic at all? Now knowing what to expect, Anje took a deeper sip from her own tumbler in an attempt to find the bite in that sweet taste. Well, the mere idea that her pure elven superior was relaxed with her around made the Hound smile happily with her tail wagging as she lowered the glass from her lips once more. That or the drink was more alcoholic than she had expected. It certainly lacked the metallic lead-heavy watery taste that Unterelfe alcohol tended to have.<br/><br/>While Emlin had the Hound wagging her tail eagerly at the verbal head-pattings, something the Rittmeister said gave Anje pause and made her eye widen and her mind race. A new hat and rank was amazing. The usual gift old Wölfentreuen got was a ticket to some farm where they'd have guard duty until they died, far away from battle and war. Yet the woman shifting in her creaking seat offered something radically different from being send to retire and forgotten. A shot to be remembered. A chance to be listed among those loyal Hounds that every Wölfentreuen knew and not just that, but also a chance to give her cubs greater opportunity to serve the Reik.<br/><br/>Anje's gloved paws gripped her glass tightly, afraid that it might slip away from her as easily as Anje's sense of stability. The Rittmeister had expectations and hopes for her. Expectations that'd clash with her desire to serve<i>every </i>Reik Elf. The idea of being the first Hound to command a Reik Elf was anything but happy. It was unthinkable, almost an insult. A Hound commanding a Reik Elf? What folly. Any Wölfentreuen holding that ambition deserved to stand before a firing squad. Regardless of what the Rittmeister said, Anje is going to have to be careful dealing with the Magister.<br/><br/>The Hound finished her drink in one big gulp at the Rittmeister's behest. As Anje stood up, gloved digits carefully placed the glass down on the table counter, before reaching up to firmly secure that high-peaked cap between her furry ears. Praises and wagging tails were all well and good but she was a Reik Soldier. She had her duty and taking it anything less than utmost serious would be an insult to the Reik.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] "No questions, Rittmeister. Thank you for the trust you're placing in me. The Vizefeldwebel will be here in your office shortly."</b><br/><br/>The elderly wolf snapped into a salute, clicking her heels together before turning around and marching back to the portal chamber.<br/><br/><br/>Though Anje kept herself from hurrying, she still returned to the portal chamber in a surprisingly timely fashion. It looked like everyone had relaxed a little and were just finishing up introductions. Anje would have to make sure she learned everyone's specialities as soon as possible. Standing straight, the Hound raised her voice to grab everyone's attention.<br/><b><br/>
"Doing introductions, I see, good. I'm Stabswachtmeister Anje Varichsen 51 as well as your forward scout. It'll be my duty to make sure everyone can do their job safely, ordered and without surprises. To this end, I ask of those of you not of the Reik to trust my judgement and follow my orders. If not for respect of my rank, then out of a sense of selfpreservation."</b><br/><br/>The Hound let her one-eyed, one eye blind gaze glide over the gathered, committing each of their expressions to her memory. Her gaze, though neutral, notably lingering at the Paracelsi before turning to the Reik Elf Magister. Anje swapped to Teutari from the common tongue as she focused on Faye, not knowing everyone here had some grasp of the Reik language.<br/><b><br/>
[Teutari] "That includes you too, Vizefeldwebel Krieger. For the duration of this endeavour I will be your superior. Yes, I know how that sounds, Vizefeldwebel..."</b><br/><br/>Anje arrested the Magister with her gaze, not flinching nor showing fear despite the ease with which Faye could turned her into a furry fireball.<br/><b><br/>
[Teutari]</b><b>"We hounds serve the Reik... serve Gerhard's blood. It's my duty to see you return to your family with a medal, not a casket."</b><br/><br/>Anje licked her lips quickly, wetting them.<b>[Teutari] "The Rittmeister has requested your presence in her office. Please do not keep her waiting."</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>