<strong>Name:</strong>Comgal the Head Enforcer<br/><strong>Species/Form:</strong>Peranos/Peranos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Cirven, other enforcers - Hadrian and Bilzer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Comgall's office.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Comgal was humored by the fact that Cirven was being forced to marry the urchin Nilofer. A gorgeous little one but a disrespectful little snipe. He'd rib the general when they were alone, now wasn't the time.<br/><br/>"Two years?" Comgal's brows rose. How could that be? Posts were supposed to change every year. A battle weary elf would lose the magic in their hearts if their thoughts were dark too long, a lesson learned years and years before. Elves needed music and celebration to keep their long lives rich and full.  "I will see that it is done before you head home. I do not know how that oversight happened, I'm sorry. You and I both know that during war time not everything runs as it should."<br/><br/>As he moved to the desk, his lips twitched, knowing that his thought and words were both inappropriate. "Are you sure that you don't wish to remain far afield? Your<em>Lady</em>Nilofer is quite the handful."  Full of mirth, and with Hadrian and Bilzer chuckling, he dismissed the other two as not to embarrass the General any further.<br/><br/>"Maybe a will like yours is what she needs, General. She's ran free and careless for far too long." Her parents had been near elderly upon her birth and hadn't the patience to see to the proper raising, or so was Comgal's opinion. Her three much older siblings were all properly seen to.<br/><br/>"Work with the Marshall Fillin to make sure that these things are cared for." Fillin had been the Marshall for centuries, preferring to handle the Generals than to let others take over his role and mess up all of his work. He worked to train another to eventually take his place.  The General would be well familiar with Fillin's equal and fair views.<br/><br/>"By the way, should you wish to know if your 'Lady' is good at 'things', you could ask Hadrian."  He chuckled and signed the paper that granted Cirven's troops a minimum of year home and doomed the next rotation a year out. The only thing that would and could change that was escalation in the war and the troops needed. "I only tease, but I would definitely be curious about such matters. Those things make sometimes even the shrillest harpy more easy to bear." Handing over the papers he nodded. "I apologize again for the oversight. Bring the men home and we'll have a celebration between both villages, as is usual when troops return safely."  He kept the part about making sure that no one overdid it with elderberry wine to himself, as teasing was one thing and rudeness was quite another.<br/>