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Raullaur	After being around for a couple of years, it is a common sight to see lionmen in and around Great Forks. Often there is a contingent in the guard around town, and sometimes detachments are sent into the surrounding area to hunt bandits. The one that leads them though stands head and shoulders above the others--literally and figuratively. The Golden Lion is rather tall, and with a more impressive coat and mane than the others, not to mention that various rumors have him in golden armor and with a giant golden sword. As for the band itself, the Lions' Pride have a reputation of both skill and toughness, and they boas that the can go against any other force in Creation of similar size. Still, the barracks of the Lions' Pride is not hard to find. It's a ratehr large compound with barracks and other buildings in the East Quarter with others of the military, and in the large area in the center, there are various of them going through training: two squads fighting in formation vs vormation, while others watch.
Azure Blue	After some time, Azure Blue would be found observing the Lions' Pride, and contemplating how best to approach this Golden Lion. He would smile, coming with a small bottle of Heroes Recovery. Surely a warlord could use a substance like this, even as a trial, right? Azure Blue approaches one of the Lion Men passing his current position, and asks, "Excuse me, would it be possible to speak with the Golden Lion? I have a gift and some desire to meet with them if possible. Please forgive my directness."
Azure Blue	Azure Blue Would be in fine clothing, more practical than directly beautiful, though beautiful nonetheless.
Raullaur	The passing mercenary turns, and looks at "Who's calling? And what sort of gift?" The lionman's Rivertongue is a bit rough, but certainly acceptable. His gear is of better quality than most, at least to a crafter's eye. More for work than show. "We make sure messages and things get to him, but he'll set a meeting."
Azure Blue	When Azure heres this, he smiles and says, "My name is Azure Blue, quartermaster and alchemist formerly of the Silver Hand out of Nexus. If you could tell him that I have a bottle of my own take on Heroes Recovery, merely one sip is enough to accelerate healing to the point of even the exalted, for a mortal, or double that healing factor for a member the Chosen." "I trust I can leave it with you, and have it delievered to him."
Raullaur	"All right. I'll get it to him, Azure Blue. Wait here, and someone will be back with a message." He turns and goes back into the compound, and it isn't too long before he's coming back rather faster, and without the bottle. "Azure? He says he'll meet you now. If you'll come with me?" He turns and leads the way into the compound. In one of the buildings there is a larger office. It isn't opulent--almost spartan, but the hides and cushions do give a comfortable enough place to sit on the chairs, and the wooden table is solid and smooth. Behind it, there is a very tall lionman with a golden-tawny pelt and a cinnamon-colored mane. He's dressed unassumingly in unbleached linens, but these are *finely* made and tailored to him. "Azure Blue," he says, the bottole on the table in front of him. The voice is a deep, rich baritone, halfway between a purr and a rumble. "Welcome, and thank you for this generous gift. I have heard of you from other groups in the city. What brings you here? Looking for work? Bringing work to me?"
Azure Blue	"Oh but of course. I'll wait right here." He says simply, readying himself to occupy his mind in other ways while he awaits word. When the man returns, he gives a polite wave and nods, "Of course, if you'd lead the way?" He says, following after the man into the compound. Looking around the inner office, he waits until spoken to and smiles warmly towards the Leonen. "Oh but of course, I was taught to always bring a gift by the elders in my village." He says calmly, despite the sadness he feels on the mattter. "I'm both looking for work, and protection while I ply my trade in the city. My connections are few and far between here, but I'm hoping to build my network of trusted and vouched for clientelle. Of course, you rank fairly high on that list, as you come recommended by quite a few individuals I've spoken with thus far."
Raullaur	"You won't find a better or better led band. Maybe some royal guards match us, but few others. Protection? Well, it won't be cheap, but making some things for us would balance things fair and square." His lips pull back, showing fangs in what is almost a smile. "If you need guards on trips out of the city, let us know in advance to work something out. Beyond that...what questions do you have?"
Azure Blue	"Perfection. I'd be happy to build whatever it is that you could ask for, within reason of course. And have plenty of most currencies of creation with which to pay you should my crafts be insuffient. If you have need of more Heroes Recovery, I'd be happy to provide as well, at a steep discount given we'd be working closely and I'd rather your employees stay alive." "I do however wish to speak with you in private, would that be possible? I am unarmed if that's a concern, I merely wish to be completely honest with someone I intend to work closely with."
Raullaur	Raullaur chuckles slightly. "Of course," he says. "And if you can make something to have wounds knit even in the rush of combat, I would pay dearly for it. As for privacy?" He growls something and the guards close the door. "Go ahead. No-one can overhear save by sorcery, and that is something I am aware of. What would you speak of?"
Azure Blue	"Perfection! How wonderful. I appreciate the attention to detail." "I Mean to ask you your thoughts upon the Anathema, and your thoughts upon what one can expect from them?" He says, carefully analysing the way the leonen comported himself.#
Raullaur	Raullaur snorts. "Stories I hear. Stories from the Dragon-blooded from the center of Creation in the Blessed Isle. Stories from the immaculate monks. Stories. Never have I seen them be monsters!" He shakes his head, "Legend has our tribe was founded by one after so many were killed so long ago. And in grief at losing a partner, comrade, lover, she-and-he made us into who we are to this day. Can they be dangerous? Certainly! Anyone with power can be dangerous! Look to the rulers. If they are wise, if they rule well to the benefit of their people, all is well. But the Dragon-blooded do not. So they make up stories about threats outside to keep people under control. Under /their/ rule." Another snort. "Anathema. Fah!"
Azure Blue	"I'm so glad to hear you say that. I personally agree with everything you've said. Especially with regards to the Immaculates and Dragon Bloods. I personally believe in the older stories, told by my village. I can only hope to become worthy enough that my efforts mean a damn in this cold world." He says calmly, with a great deal of thought behind it. As a Golden mark appears upon his forehead... "If the offer of protection for services rendered still applies, I would greatly wish to accept."
Raullaur	Golden, feline eyes narrow as he sees the twilight caste mark. "Trusting you are, and bold, matched with prudence and caution." There is a faint moment of concentration and, perhaps to little surprise, a ring surrounded by eight rays shows on his own forehead. "I would /not/ show this to any of the other mercenary commanders. But I may be able to put you in touch with others. Both the sun and the moon. The stars I am sure are out there, but I have not met them."