The door to the inn opened up and Fera stepped in. She wasn't particularly proud of her fellow Nords, these were a notch above the rest when it came to the blatant stupidity and a sort of anti-humility that only a Nord could muster. Not pride, as such, but anti-humility. Pride was reserved for men who could string two sentences together without using "ers" or "uhms". She made her way up to the Legate and looked over the gathered around him.<br/><br/>"Reportin in, Sah! Guards at the ready."<br/><br/>The lizard tore his eyes away from Alise and centered them on Fera. He seemed to have had some drinks, she thought to herself, hopefully not enough to send him down the other side of the mountain.<br/><br/>"Very well Praefect. Sit down, have a flagon."<br/><br/>Blind-Eye returned himself to the counter. Fera gave a frown, clenching her fists and jaw. She had nothing but respect for the Legate, but he was a damned drunk and not much more since he returned from Black Marsh.<br/><br/>"Sah, I'm on duty. I'd remind you that so are you, but that would be defamation of an Imperial officer, which I am not inclined to make myself guilty of. Furtha more I would not remind you of the paragraphs of the Imperial court that expect an officer to not imbibe wine, mead or spirits until after sunset, Sah."<br/><br/>To an outsider it all sounded rather defaming and a good bit rude, but it was merely a dance repeating itself. Blind-Eye turned again and sighed deeply before returning his helmet to his head.<br/><br/>"Of course you wouldn't..." He stood up and cleared his throat. His voice thundered over the inn with a deep tone, silencing all conversation "I am Legate Blind-Eye Corvinus of the Imperial Legion. All those who have signed up for duty in the colony follow Praefect Fera Raugi to the enlistment wagon. All those who received a personal letter from my Imperial office can come along with me to the..." He stopped for a minute and turned back to the keep. There was a moment of hushed conversation between the two before gold exchanged owners and the Legate turned back under a string of harsh words. "To the meeting room upstairs."<br/><br/>Several locals stood up and joined Fera as she walked out. Blind-Eye himself looked at Shadow and Rold and scoffed.<br/><br/>"Well, see you upstairs..."<br/><br/>A quick turn to the counter and soon he walked upstairs with four flagons clutched in his embrace. No way was he done, no matter what the Praefect guilted him with...