He could see ahead now, and what green eyes beheld was much to his surprise as any. The painted silhouette of his Queen stood near a blackened and burned tree. It was a rather prominent piece of bark, compared to the rest it seemed much more significant. The beating had grown stronger beneath his feet, and he cocked his head, part amused. There she stood aside it, waiting, expecting. Had she called them? He wasn’t sure, but he snaked his head around to Engel, “Head down.” He said quietly, before lowering his own dial to a respectful height. He didn’t particularly care to be caught off guard, not that he had thought he had been doing wrong.
He emerges from the wood, ash covered, bits of his bay coat peeking through in patches. His eyes are red, bloodshot, from the irritation of ash. He didn't like to be caught off guard,especially by his Queen, his leader. It reflected poorly on him he was inclined to think. His green eyes settle on Straia before he bows his head in acknowledgement. "Straia," he greets taking a spot among the others, though they are few. He awaits the words he knew would come, he also awaits to see just how many in number they are. He had yet to meet all members of his now home, though he didn't think from lack of effort. On the contrary, he had met Engelsfors easily, coming across her on one of his patrols. He tried his best to switch off with Erebor, though more often than naught they ended up making rounds at the same time. He receives news of a promotion in stride, though he is no less grateful. He had tried his hand at steals, true, successfully blocking one even. Engels, is promoted in her caste, she had a way with words and he was not the least surprised. Rather he was actually very pleased, the more the succeeded the stronger the Chamber became.
The talk turns then to the young Prince, he is named Lord of the Chamber. Killdares charcoal covered dial, dips respectfully, of late Killdare hardly considered the boy a child at all. Everything but his sleek black bodice spoke of man. The way he spoke, the way he conducted himself. "Congratulations." He offers, before the discussion turns once more. Meetings. He hadn't gone on a meeting yet, he felt rather displeased with himself. He had but little to offer in the way of words, perhaps he should volunteer to come with on the next trip, he could at the very least help if push came to shove. Literally, in that sense. Though he had a small shred of information, but only just. He had happened upon it rather accidently, but that was just the fluff.
"If I might?" He asks, before he begins. "I'd been to check up on Killgore, my sister. I tracked her down to the Cove with a peculiar stag made of Iron. i didn't approach, as i was not invited and instruction makes clear that the herd lands are not of our concerns. What was interesting though is, a silver dapple female was there. The male was force breeding her at the time, and she was crying." He said this all without emotion, as if it were a natural occurrence, though to him it was. "Between her sobs, her pleading, I heard that she was just trying to get to the Chamber, that the Gates wanted to ally. I dont think she ever did end up coming by though." He ended almost thoughtfully, as if he even cared if she came by at all. His lady Queen had just said she grew tired of their friendly challenges, well, he would have to see about changing that now wouldn't he? His face was smug at the thought.