The captain watched Nyss Vendatti out of the conrer of his eyes as he spoke with Nyss's corvid familiar.  To Kaelin's mind, Nyss had allready passed the test he was quietly administering.  Any highborn considerate enough to fix tea for his coleauges and superiors wouldn't look down his nose at them.  It spoke to Kaelin of a team player with a level head.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224597.msg11065084#msg11065084">Quote from: Verasaille on 13-03-2015, 21:38:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://img.hb.aicdn.com/1600c60343a95758759e8f8ed6f96d192c8424872bd54-fLzy9D_fw236)<br/>Sassy got up and strolled to the desk, the Captain was a good head and a half taller than she was. Looking up at the handsome elf she smiled softly. "You have any questions for me, Captain? Sazilial Windchaser, I am a cleric. I know the risks, I also know a cleric is desperately needed on a mission like this." her eyes were calm and steady.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Miss Windchaser," the captain replied, "Please have a seat and wait your turn."  Word for word, his speech didn't say anything rude--just brusque and authoritarian.  His tone and mannerism, however, projected that he would be grateful to see her out of the way."<br/><br/>After interacting with Lord Vendatti for a moment longer, the captain moved on.  "I've heard of you, Rumahs Amaibrarvia Eyllisannia'aia," the captain commented, giving the androgynously beautiful monk a dubious look.  "Your order are renowned for their clear sight--as much in politics as archery.  Yet every report i have on you tells me you're too busy with your night job to reach your potential."<br/><br/>He deliberately kept his tone distant and quietly critical as he spoke.  If Rumahs was a quitter, he'd tell by the lad's reaction to being dismissed out of hand.  If Rumahs wasn't a quitter, then this was exactly what the young monk needed--a suitable challenge for his abilites.<br/><br/>After a bit of interaction with Rumahs, the captain moved on to Sariel.  "So, you're the one chosen by our goddess as Lorieth Gwenyyd's heir.  Are you sure that armor will still fit next year?  Seems you have another foot or two still to grow."<br/><br/><br/>Jord scowled softly at the overly critical captain.  It did cross the little dragon-mage's min d that the captain was probably testing them in some away, and he hadn't hesitated to respond a  bit cokcliy.  His prospective instincts were kicking in as the captain dismissed half the room and subtly disrespected the toher half.  He suspected he would challenge the cocky man to a duel if he belittled Jia's trials or the loss of her friends.