Than man considered for a moment not completely unaware how unconvincing his threats must seem. "Grigori." He repeated. The sword point dipped a bit and the man frowned at the mud spattered over the fine blade. He growled in frustration and quickly cleaned it off. His eyes fell on Grigori again. They narrowed for a moment before the man sheathed his sword.<br/><br/>"Lord Jakov Milovanovic,adjutant to The Highborn Count Lucinean Galdana." Jakov looked down and his shoulders slumped noticeably. "Former adjutant." Jakov did not notice Griogori's outstretched hand. Instead he seemed lost in his own thoughts.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Back at the camp, Jet cawed and turned his head. "I don't think the pig farmer would mind if we had a bit of breakfast while he's out chatting."