<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Fen | Korey, Niko, Hermes, Adan, Enoch<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, Unknown<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Pushed back to calm.<br/><hr/>The circumstance should have been enough to clue him in that kindnesses would go ignored, but according to the records the wolf of the end didn’t need circumstances to ignore such things. Then the records rarely told whole truths, only facts removed from context. Ramzi relied on them very little. So when the sway of his hand came, it merely fell to his side. The still bubbling frustration made the slender fingers twitch but ultimately go still. He had turned his attention to the landing of others, content to dismiss the action as nothing more circumstance. In the face of banishment he expected many things from the five that had come with him, but flamboyance was not among them and yet here were two that seemed to mistake this situation for light.<br/><br/>One among them had been pushed into the earth and looked for help, and Ramzi would have obliged, despite the hand that was already extended to her. It did her little good if she couldn’t reach, now did it? He was one full step toward her when his title - his once title - was spit with anger and a challenge laid. Ramzi turned on that extended foot to put one more step between them and eyed the man who changed to beast. Yes, this one he had heard of. There was always a fear among his peers that the rabid wolf would need to be contained, and no doubt he would qualify as a ‘special’ project that would be assigned to Ramzi. But the arbiter found no pleasure in his task, only duty. There was no desire to test himself against the beast. If anything the challenge was one that did Ramzi a favor, by steeling him against his wayward thoughts and anger. There was no place for that emotion in battle, and despite his own lack of desire he could not account for Fenrir.<br/><br/>“<strong>You are mistaken, great wolf.</strong>” Ramzi spoke. He met the terrifying gaze of the man-beast with unshakeable resolve. “<strong>I am both prisoner and outcast as well.</strong>” His words were true, but his mind toyed with how to confront the beast without his mask. No jars to strip him of his powers, an unfortunate loss against this opponent in general. “<strong>We have no quarrel, not with each other. For five-thousand years, I was called Arbiter. Now, as it is, I am merely Ramzi. Your sentence is mine.</strong>”<br/><br/>The others he had remained only vaguely aware of. Enough that if they also moved against him he would not be blindsided, but his challenger demanded too much caution to give much more than that. Yet a voice spoke that Fen should abandon his fight, but only for the reason that Ramzi might know what was going on, or how to fix it. Words that burned into his mind and gave him the realization, that no matter the fact he was outcast with these people, his tethers to the Elysium would do him no favors here. He started against them merely because of what he had done to serve them, and to join them he would need to work harder than any of them. He had not been cast out<em>with</em>them, but rather<em>aside</em>them. “<strong>Regardless of what was before, we are here together, and our oppressors are the same. Blood will not solve these issues.</strong>”