Whilst Kahmori was not overly proud, when Vendra actually goes so far as to wrap her hands around his wrist, clutching at it for dear life - he allows his chest to swell the slightest bit. Sure, she was just a human - but she was actually counting on him for her safety. Though he was not exceedingly vainglorious, it was pretty easy to see the slight little 'pomp' in his stride as he joined the other recruits.<br/><br/>It became clear very, very quickly that...either the kitsune had not even the slightest bit of knowledge about military proceedure, or that he simply didn't care. Even when standing in line, he stood at anything but attention - more with his hand on his hip, leaning casually to one side, and chatting just as jovially with the handful around him as he always would. Casting a brief glance over his shoulder, he notes both Plaur and Rela had made a little appearance to wish their respective honey-buns goodbye. Hrm - maybe he should have sought out Mae after the little battle. How nice it would have been to be given a kiss goodbye, and for good luck. Of course, ther-<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Forgive me for speaking out of turn. None among Caleb‘s forces were present in the ambush. Caleb uses his conquered nations conscripts to perform most of his suicide or within anthro territory missions. Doing so allows him to keep his the numbers of conquered nations thin, it lessens the risk of rebellion as they have few soldiers. The ones attacked were mostly of Nulas. More blind savages then soldiers. Fortunately, I only had to endure their company for a single evening. I come from Vanadiel myself” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Vendra's soft, nervous voice draws Kahmori out of his own thoughts, the big, white-furred kitsune casting his gaze down to the much smaller human at his side, his head tilted to the side "Oh? Really? Huh! I didn't know that. Sheesh, this Caleb guy really sounds like a dick, tryin' to keep conquered nations thinned out by sending them on suicide missions. Getting his butt kicked will be the best thing to every happen to him, methinks." A broad, toothy grin crosses the kitsune's face, his optimism - even when faced with Vendra's own knowledge - not even slightly wounded. Bumping her side playfully with his hip, he never misses a beat, his voice just as bright as ever "Still! Even if they are using numbers out of conquered nations...moral means everything. I bet at least a few escaped, and when they rejoin the larger forces, exhaggerations will begin. Creatures that can steal souls with a mere glance, wolven warriors a hundred feat tall, creatures capable of devouring two men in a single bite...fear starts with one, and becomes a tidal wave!" Whilst not exactly the most experienced military tactician, and by NO means did he have the knowledge required to lead troops...the optimistic Kitsune seemed to have a very, very good grasp on the social and morale-based aspects of command "Sides, it was also good morale for the new recruits. After all, not losin' a single one...everyone leavin' with full bellies and in good spirits...can't get better than that!"<br/><br/>"Vanadiel? Oh? What was it like, huh? Heck, who knows - we might even get a chance to see it...er...maybe on more peaceful terms, huh? Tried to do a bit of traveling myself...I guess, given it's human lands, it's somewhere I've not quite been. Course, have not had just a huge amount of opportunity to travel an-" The motormouthed Kitsune's words come to a grinding halt when he notices that, out of all the names that had been called...his was not amongst them...and now, the two officers had divided up into two troups with recruits, and were going on their way.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Well...isn't that a kick in the pants.~</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> This is Kahmori, Xali and Alexei” Drir made a small gesture to point out each person as he spoke their names. “Each of them have unique abilities that you’ll find exceptionally useful” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Both ears perking high atop his head, he eyes the armored wolf with a discerning glance. Upon seeing him smile, though, Kahmori instantly returns the gesture, squeezing his hand jovially as it is offered in a shake "Ooohh, savin' the best for last, huh? Can't say as I blame you. Drir is right, we are all pretty exceptional." So, Xali and Alexei were in the same little group of 'left out' folks, hrm? What in the world did the army have planned....<br/><br/>Never one to pass up the opportunity to poke fun, Kahmori interjects just after Drir is finished speaking "I'm exceptionally lazy. Xali has an exceptionally nice ass. Alexei is exceptionally strange. I'd say we all have our exceptional qualities..." Those icy-blue eyes lock with Leon's own, trying to gauge his expression and reaction to a bit of fun-poking. The lack of military decorum the kitsune possessed was nothing short of astounding.<br/><br/>His attention does not remain on Leon for long, though, as Drir hands him a vial filled with liquid. Bringing it up to eye-level, Kahmori peers into the fluid curiously, swishing it lazily back and forth in it's tiny, glass container "Bull juice? Well, I must say...if a bull of your size can only muster this much, I'm not impressed..." A small smile crosses Kahmori's face,and he safely tucks the tiny vial away in a side-pouch on his pack. Just as Drir is about to walk away, Kahmori steps forwards and throws his arms around the big Minotaur, hugging him like a brother "It's been great, Drir. If you can pull yourself away from eating grass and jerking off into little glass bottles, you should come see me sometime, huh? We can share a mug of milk, or something equally easy on you. Take care, huh? I'll kick your butt if you let something happen to you." Giving the big bull-man one final squeeze, Kahmori finally releases him, and steps back to his origional position.<br/><br/>"Yea, I've got my stuff. Oh! Wait!"  Turning back to the wagon, Kahmori dashes forwards and leans inside. A few seconds later, he pulls the weapons and armor taken from the humans they were defeated from the back of the wagon, tossing the leather-bound weapons casually up onto his shoulder, and the easily tucking the armor beneath his arm. For all the weight so many items offer, he seemed to not be encumbered in the slightest by their bulk "Hah! Almost forgot this stuff! Scrap metal, usable weapons, so forth. Courtesy of your three..." Strolling back up beside Vendra, he peers down at her...and smiles faintly "Make that four new recruits!"