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BARVELLE
Coul spun on his heel as soon as he had been dismissed by the Archon. His bearing was different. Before, he had been aloof and reserved. Now his shoulders were squared, he stood at full height; he looked regal, and every bit the man that was used to giving commands.
"If you have any recommendations for who you'd rather journey with, I will defer to your expertise. If not, send word to me in the coming hours if I do not send word to you first." He spoke formally, but was careful not to be too commanding of the man. It probably just made him sound worse.
Nodding to himself, Coul turned on Siris and ventured down the hall. He was approached then by the Animus, Ethelwen. Coul had wondered what he had been doing at the meeting, what his contribution was or had been or would be to them all. It seemed he was nothing more than a simple scribe and scholar.
"I will be in the Barvelle Guard Headquarters. It is as good a place as any to set up; a central location, easy to find, and the obvious place to go for those wishing to enlist. Additionally, it has training facilities. As to what the bulletin should say..." He tapped his chin, looking away. A small smile slowly crept over his lips.
"Poetry," he said finally, his words airy and excited. "I want you speak with the voice of a warrior-poet, rousing the men on the eve of battle. Inspire Pegulis; let them know we face dark times, an age of ignorance, and that only by our hand shall illumination persevere." He nodded, satisfied, and turned to walk away. "Be a poet."
Coul paused after a step and turned back to face the Animus. His once-gentle eyes were now cold, calculating. "Did you have any other questions?"
Coul spun on his heel as soon as he had been dismissed by the Archon. His bearing was different. Before, he had been aloof and reserved. Now his shoulders were squared, he stood at full height; he looked regal, and every bit the man that was used to giving commands.
"If you have any recommendations for who you'd rather journey with, I will defer to your expertise. If not, send word to me in the coming hours if I do not send word to you first." He spoke formally, but was careful not to be too commanding of the man. It probably just made him sound worse.
Nodding to himself, Coul turned on Siris and ventured down the hall. He was approached then by the Animus, Ethelwen. Coul had wondered what he had been doing at the meeting, what his contribution was or had been or would be to them all. It seemed he was nothing more than a simple scribe and scholar.
"I will be in the Barvelle Guard Headquarters. It is as good a place as any to set up; a central location, easy to find, and the obvious place to go for those wishing to enlist. Additionally, it has training facilities. As to what the bulletin should say..." He tapped his chin, looking away. A small smile slowly crept over his lips.
"Poetry," he said finally, his words airy and excited. "I want you speak with the voice of a warrior-poet, rousing the men on the eve of battle. Inspire Pegulis; let them know we face dark times, an age of ignorance, and that only by our hand shall illumination persevere." He nodded, satisfied, and turned to walk away. "Be a poet."
Coul paused after a step and turned back to face the Animus. His once-gentle eyes were now cold, calculating. "Did you have any other questions?"
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