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It was a small bit of fortune that Skeks hadn't gone all that far; as strained as their conversation had become, she hadn't been so aggrieved as to stalk off completely. Once Ferad exited the tent he quickly scanned the area and could just discern her shape walking down the roadway, thankfully in the opposite direction from Wells and the other campsite.

The commander followed the gnoll with a pace that would give the tension between them some time to wind down before he caught up. In addition to his own gear and the satchel, he held her tabard and belt. It was enough that she'd be in a proper state of dress should they come across anyone.

Ferad saw one of her rounded ears was swiveled back, catching the sound of his boots against the road as he drew closer. Once he came up beside his warrant officer, he held out the tabard and belt as he spoke. “Here."

Skeks turned her head to the offered clothing and gave a small huff of annoyance. “I'm already warm enough, I don't need that."

Rather than answer immediately, he took a second to brush some errant fur off from the tabard. “It's not about warmth, it's about having some damned clothes on." Ferad held the garment and its belt to her once again, this time giving them a shake for emphasis.

For the span of three deep breaths, Skeks did nothing but glare a sidelong glance with her ears pinned back against her skull. At his insistence she finally took the tabard, pulled it over her head, then quickly wrapped the belt around her waist. “Is that all?" She nearly hissed the question.

“No, but at least we're both dressed so taking a walk isn't out of the question." Ferad began doing just that, keeping with the same direction she started in.

The night sky was dotted with stars and a few narrow wisps of clouds illuminated by the half moon shining high overhead. The weather looked to be holding nicely, hopefully it would continue to do so. His idle observations could only be entertained for so long, so he looked to his side to make sure the gnoll was matching his stride given her footpads made far less noise than the soles of his boots. The fact that her hackles weren't raised was a good sign; perhaps she'd be willing to talk things over, “Mind if I ask why?"

Though she stared resolutely at the road ahead, she turned his question back at him, “You ask what I should. Why? Why a human would ever want to be pack?"

“Fair enough." Ferad kept walking, trying to put his myriad of thoughts into solid words. In truth, there wasn't just a single reason for it. Everything he considered in that moment pointed him toward that decision and acting quickly. There would be details they'd need to work out, things he couldn't possibly foresee; but even if the reality of the situation would be messy, it didn't make it any less necessary. “It's been a little over eight years since Meshra fell, so I know what it's like to lose your family at the hands of the Scourge. Even the burden of it over the long haul." He stopped and turned back to face her, “Your packmates, they're just as important to you as Naji is to me. You've made that clear through both deed and word.There's no replacing the ones we've lost, our families, for either of us. But frankly, I'm tired of facing that loss alone, and I don't want you shouldering it by yourself either." The rightness of his statement took him by surprise even as it left his lips. He was tired of dealing with it alone.

Skeks stood just a few feet away, intently staring at him from the depths of her pitch black eyes. For all the time he'd spent with her, he still couldn't read her body language when she chose to hide it. Perhaps she'd been deliberating his words, but some of the tension finally left her features as she answered, “Then I understand part of it, at least. But I don't think you know what being Kestra will bring. You've managed to twist my words into allowing you to claim pack. I won't go back on that, but in doing so, I'll break the closest thing to law the Kestra have; a rule for any pack that follows Light."

The man remained quiet in the hopes she'd say more.

Skeks looked away while giving her head a small shake, “Humans, Ferad, must never be in the pack. For one, that is what the Scourge do with their broken. But more than that, they are the first to fall and the ones favored by the breakers when captured." She turned her gaze back to the commander, “Yes, we guard humans if hired to do so, and with loyalty as if they were pack, but to actually have one within is different."

Ferad could understand the point, to a degree, but it didn't sit well with him. “So it's to keep the pack from becoming weak?"

The incredulous look she shot him told just how far off the mark he'd been. Her glare softened when she responded, “No, Ferad. I may not be an alpha, but I'd never support one that wasn't strong, or follow one that couldn't lead." The gnoll drew her breath out in a long exhale as she looked up towards the sky. “Or name one that hadn't shown their worth already."

It was confirmation that she had accepted him or his abilities, maybe some combination of both. At the very least he managed to build some trust with her, in spite of everything that had gone wrong, but he still didn't have an answer. “Then what is the issue here?"

Skeks lowered her gaze from the stars above and looked back to him, “A human within our pack will be marked, Ferad. With you as Kestra, as part of any pack like mine, the Scourge and whatever leads them will seek you out." She kept her eyes focused on his own for a few seconds before continuing, “That holds even greater weight for the Fang. Ferad, they will hunt you."

The histories of the Northern Wars had numerous examples of humans that were declared prey by the Scourge. The ones to survive either did so once the menace had been fully defeated, or they had simply left the front lines and retreated far beyond the reach of the packs. Looking back, he half wondered if the Kestra were already marked and that's where the whole mess started. He'd been there once before, but putting Mahozarm down and the Scourge that the cult held had seen the end of it. They didn't control fate then, and they sure didn't now. “Skeks, listen..."

“No Ferad, for once you listen." She took a step towards him with her spotted fur fluffed out on its end, and her voice carried a low growl of warning as she spoke, “This problem tracks the Kestra, it is mine to face, not yours. But when you fail to heed my warning, when they take you, then what? Days ago you were saying to keep myself from the packs, and now you throw yourself at their jaws. If you fall, your pack, the command, will be without their alpha when something greater than Scourge hunts."

It was clear the loss of her pack and the humans they were trying to protect weighed heavily on her mind; many of her actions made sense only if viewed from that perspective alone. It was the Kestra's issue to deal with, and as the last of them, she would see it through.Keep the humans safe, keep them far away, regardless of what happened to her. Ferad could understand that line of thought, and in her situation, he may well have thought the same way. But it didn't make it right, nor did it set the future in stone. The hard part was convincing her of that.

“Skeks, the end that awaits us is whatever we make for ourselves, not what they scheme. I won't throw my life away, or yours, but there are things worth risking ourselves over. You're right, something greater than the Scourge is moving out there, and it needs to be stopped; but that's just another reason for this, not against it."

Ferad took a deep breath of his own while he held her focus, searching for any sign he was making progress. “Look, we're going to be facing down a lot more trouble unless both of us just flat out run away from it, and I don't run. I'll be marked regardless of anything we decide here; for that matter, I'd be surprised if we both weren't already."

She stared at him without saying anything in response. Aside from breathing, she didn't even move. For a moment Ferad wondered if anything could sway her. All he needed was some way to convince her to trust his judgment on the point...

He held one finger up, pressing on with the simple truth he just then realized. “There's one more thing, and I'll leave it at that. There's a very short list of people that I fully trust, whether on or off the field. You've earned your place there, and I think you're of the same mind regarding me. If we're going to be there for each other, like we have been; if we're going to trust each other that far, then I want it known. And I want you to have everything that goes with it."

Perhaps his resolve was something she needed to hear for herself. Maybe it was just the simple expression of his trust. Whatever the case, he watched as her hackles lowered, “Then let the matter be done. You've answered me fully, so I will answer you. I am no alpha. I don't have the temper for it, nor the knowledge with human issues, but you do. Besides that, if I were alpha for the Kestra when you are alpha for the command, who would lead where matters concern both? The decision has been made, I've named you both pack and alpha of the Kestra, so it stands."

Skeks held his gaze even while she started her high pitched laughter. It was soft and without malice, but it carried mischievous undertones. “It will be known, to any that wish to hear and welcome it, as well as those that don't. Ferad, you will have all that goes with being the pack's alpha, that is what I will ensure as your beta, and as your pack."

* * *

Ferad woke early in spite of the rather late night, perhaps due in part to his hope for a better atmosphere while traveling. Skeks slept soundly, as far as he could tell anyway, given that she remained motionless except for the deep, even breaths that gave evidence to her continued slumber.

With the light of full dawn still a while away, Ferad emerged from the tent and stretched with a slight grunt escaping his lips. His joints popped in protest; they'd taken to doing so with his recent increase in activity and the added strain of healing while traveling. The campsite remained just as it was when they finally returned to the tent. The logs of their fire were reduced to mainly ashes and soot with the stones just barely warmer than the brisk morning air.

Wells was already up and about, tending to the cart and horses. When he spied the commander walking towards him, he gave a small nod acknowledging Ferad's presence. “Mornin', sir. The folks up the way seem to be packin' up too." The man finished stowing his bedroll in the cart then looked back to his commanding officer. “Heard you both out last night, everything alright?"

Ferad shrugged as he reached the cart, “For once, I can say I think so. How are the horses?"

“Oh, they're doin' fine. We've set a brisk pace, but nothing that should tax 'em too much. I'll take 'em one at a time down to the stream. Let 'em stock up an' by that time you should be ready, I suppose." Wells nodded back towards the tent while he continued his preparations.

Skeks had just climbed out and stretched with her back arched in an impressive display of flexibility. A wide yawn punctuated the end of the motion that showcased the razor sharp peaks of her teeth. She already had her undershirt and tabard on, along with her full array of pouches. The dagger that Ferad lent to her swayed against her hip, stowed safely in its sheath. Her tail stuck out from the back split in the tabard, raised into something of a curl from the stretch until she gave herself a vigorous shake that traveled down the length of her body.He'd been lucky that the attire they selected worked well enough for her physique. They didn't really need to modify it, although finding a large enough set had been something of a chore.

The visit to Summar was a rushed affair without much planning, but that wasn't the case here. Ferad hoped from the start that the ride into Katalnu would at least be something of a relaxed journey, and apart from the heated exchanges with Skeks, it had. Having seen enough excitement for a while, the promise of a mundane trip was a welcome change.A passing thought hit his mind which prompted a question for the sergeant, “You have an extra brush, preferably one of the stiffer kind?"

“Aye, it's in the box just to the front right of the cart." Wells motioned to the supply cache he packed for the horse related gear. “Tendin' to the officer? If that's the case, keep the brush. No offense meant to her, but the horses wouldn't take too kindly to having gnoll scent on 'em. They're alright enough with her in the cart, which is more than I expected to happen when I first heard your orders, but we don't want to stress 'em any more than needed."

Ferad glanced back at Skeks, “Glad they're getting used to her being around. That's not going to change, except for the fact there'll be more like her showing up. The things I've learned about her and her people have been something of an eye opener."

Wells shrugged at the news, “If you say so. There's half the fort that didn't believe the reports that a gnoll made it into your ranks, at least until Braxton yelled sense into the lot of 'em. Met with more than a little disbelief, that was. More to the point, sir, you headin' into Katalnu with her in tow is likely to lead to worse than a bit of shock in some."

The commander's answer was nearly automatic. “They'll just have to get over it. If the horses can, then anyone beyond the level of a horse's ass should be able to."

The quip left a small grin on the sergeant's face. “That they should."

“They better." Ferad pulled the spare brush from the box then clamped the lid back down. “She's earned her place here, Wells. I'll be sponsoring her as a citizen within my house, regardless of what the ministers think about her being in my command."

That caught the sergeant off guard. The man opened his mouth wordlessly for a moment before swallowing whatever he was thinking and just gave a nod. Ferad's house may have been one of the most minor ones in the entire kingdom, but he still had one. As the sole survivor of his line, he was head of it and had the legal authority to bolster his house with any person he deemed fit. The details of the situation were completely without precedent, but he knew the law as well as anyone.

* * *

Skeks was still guarded but her underlying tension eased as the days wore on. She even managed to speak with Wells on a few occasions, asking him about what she scented on the air when the road passed close to some of the more remote farmsteads. Their sleeping arrangements stayed in line with the first night; Wells remained with the cart and horses while Skeks and Ferad occupied the tent.

The only issue with their progression towards the capital was the lessening of spaces they could use for setting camp. True enough, there were still spots along the roadway that were large enough to pull into for the night, but finding one that wasn't occupied by the time they were ready to stop was getting more difficult with each passing mile. Land close to the city of Katalnu became something of a scare resource with the continued prosperity of the kingdom, and most of it was spoken for. They technically could use whatever land they required for their camp, given their current business dealt directly with matters of the realm, but that was a privilege Ferad refused to use unless no other option was available. As the evening wore on, it became clear they'd need to find proper lodging rather than a campsite. Their luck in that matter held for seven days straight, another small miracle as far as Ferad was concerned, but the streak had come to an end.

Wells broke the commander's train of thought with an expected proclamation, “If I'm not mistaken, that was the last spot before town." The sergeant gave a friendly wave to a merchant family that was finishing up dinner just outside of their own wagon along the roadside. They passed several such groups already.Business at the capital required a steady stream of goods flowing through its gates, so single wagons and larger caravans were constantly traveling along the road in both directions. “There's a place a little under a mile from here that can see to the horses an' cart. They also keep watch on their stables so our goods shouldn't wander off, not that they're likely to anyway. It's not the fanciest place, but I don't think anyone here's much worried about that. Used it many times myself."

“That's fine by me," Ferad answered. He gave the family a wave of his own though they weren't paying attention to him; their eyes were glued to the gnoll in the cart. It was a reaction seen countless times during their trip. Gnolls just weren't this close to the capital so rather than drawing shrieks and cries of alarm, her presence drew curious glances or looks of complete disbelief most of the time. Skeks was an oddity, a dangerous one as far as most people thought, but one that was also riding both peaceably and unsecured with soldiers of the kingdom while wearing the realm's colors. Just a few weeks ago, Ferad would've been one of the people gawking at the sight as well.

Skeks seemed impervious to all the attention, at least on the outside. The commander reasoned she probably faced far worse reactions for years given that the Scourge had to be active near her pack's former territory. Husinbiu would have been something of a curious anomaly in her experience. The heroic gnoll was the talk of the town so most knew her as the savior of a small child and were prepared for her appearance along side Mayor Samin. True enough, she still drew curious glances even then, but there wasn't any open hostility from the townsfolk.Hopefully Katalnu would be yet another exception to the norm.

Ferad drew his attention back to the matter at hand, “I was hoping we had one more night to camp, but it doesn't look like that's possible. We'll be in the gates tomorrow, so we'll have access to the barracks after tonight."

Skeks set her ears back only slightly as she simply shrugged at the news, “My place is with my pack. Where you go, so do I."

* * *

The inn was one Ferad passed by many times, though he never had a reason to actually stay at it during his travels. A faded sign just above the awning contained simplistic pictures of a bed, a plate with utensils, and a mug nestled underneath letters which read “The Wheel's Turn". There were many that lacked basic literacy, even among those visiting the capital, so such signs were a common occurrence in advertising exactly what an establishment provided.

The building had three floors, perhaps four if it had a finished cellar, and seemed in decent enough shape given its apparent age. The solidly built, wooden steps were worn smooth by decades of foot traffic, though the heavy timbers didn't flex in the slightest as people of all sorts made their way through the swinging doors of the front entrance.

Wells pulled the cart around to the side of the building where there was a generously sized stable along with a large fenced area. Most of the stalls were occupied by horses of various types and several packed wagons were parked within the fence, but the sergeant's guess that the inn would still have room for their smaller cart proved true.

A slender built stable hand approached them with a genuine smile when he spotted Wells. The man waved them over, though his smile faltered a bit as he glanced over the cart and its occupants. “Didn't expect to see you here, at least not for another month or two. Everything alright?"

Wells shrugged as he answered, “Aye. All's fine, Weston. Not sure if you've seen Commander Ferad Rem before, but he's right here along with Warrant Officer Skeks. You got any open rooms?" The sergeant nodded towards the inn's upper floors. “I know you usually keep a few ready for officers, an' here's two of 'em."

“Last I heard we had a couple, but I'll need to check since that was about an hour ago. Anyway, let me get that gate open." The man pulled a large, iron key ring from his waist that was held fast by a sturdy chain affixed to his belt. If the keys were anything to go by, the lock was at least better than most outside of the castle or a nobleman's estate. “You staying here or inside?"

“You know I stay with the horses most nights, don't expect this one to be much different. Common room looked full up anyway." The sergeant turned his attention back to Ferad and Skeks, “Sir, it's probably for the best if you two head inside. Our horses may be fine now, but the others are already gettin' nervous."A few whinnies and hoof beats sounded from the stable stalls as if cued by the man's observation.

Ferad glanced at Skeks, though she offered little more than a shrug in terms of an answer. Once they were both off of the cart, Wells gave a quick flick of the reigns and guided the horses through the gate. Just like the main building, the fence and stables had been built from robust timbers that were painted a brighter color in years well passed; though they had little more than a reddish brown stain in their current condition. The chatter of a busy inn spilled out though the simple doors, as did some of the light from inside.

The layout of the place seemed mostly in line with other inns that could be found along the main roadways of the kingdom, given what Ferad could see as he approached the entrance. A large common room provided an inviting space where customers could lodge for the night. It made for a welcoming sight that first greeted anyone stepping through the two swinging doors. Tables, chairs and the larger open spaces were fully occupied by travelers and local residents that tended the surrounding farmlands. Beyond this was the kitchen and living space for the owners and resident workers. Two sets of stairs led upward to the floors that contained the costly private rooms where those of sufficient means would stay. If the stable worker was right, there would be a room or two still available in the floors above.

Scents of meat and drink filled Ferad's nose as he pushed through the doors. If the aroma was anything to go by, the food would be far better fare than the travel rations. While the commander did appreciate the simplistic meals that came with the road, there was something to be said for dishes that could be prepared with more time and a well stocked pantry. Whether Skeks was used to such foods he couldn't really guess, but she'd shown an appreciation for just about anything with a healthy portion of meat involved.

It took only a moment for the conversation of the entire room to settle to near silence as Skeks followed him through. His soldiers were fast to make adjustments to the presence of his seven foot tall shadow, but these were mostly merchants and farmhands. Maybe a few mercenaries were mixed in, but nearly all of them gawked with wide, alarmed eyes; a few even going so far as to reach for their blades.

Ferad's glare stilled most of them, his own spear was already in hand, though he could also hear a low growl of warning from behind that hinted at a bad end for anyone that moved in haste. Ferad let his tension drain in a single huff of annoyance before he spoke, “And here I would have guessed two of the realm's own would be greeted with a little less hostility." His attire signaled his station, and the tabard that Skeks wore did the same for her. In truth he half expected a far worse reaction, though he was glad that nothing more actually occurred.

Word that a gnoll was in the ranks and traveling towards the capital would spread quickly. There was some danger in announcing this; anyone with a particularly bad experience with the Scourge would be forewarned of their arrival, but everyone else would at least be less shocked. No doubt a few of the more industrious rumor mongers were already planning their stories.

The inn's staff seemed about as hesitant to move as the customers, at least until the innkeeper made his appearance through the kitchen doors. The man was a stout fellow, middle aged and well fed. Not quite portly, but the generous living conditions of owning an inn had made an impact on his physique. “You'll have to forgive them..."

“Sir," Weston's timing was perfect, even if by accident. “Do we have any officer rooms free?" The stable hand seemed oblivious to the tension of the room, or perhaps he just chose to ignore it.

The innkeeper kept his attention on Skeks and Ferad, though he did spare a quick look towards his employee, “Yeah, we got one more."

“Good. That'd be Commander Ferad Rem along with his officer, Skeks." He nodded to each of them in turn. “Vital business to the capital, and that's straight from Wells."

It only took a moment for the skeptical expression to leave the innkeeper's face. “He's been through here near as long as I've run the place. Anyone he vouches for is fine." There was a brief look of challenge as the stout fellow scanned the room. The man probably held some sway in terms of authority, his announcement prompted the guests to focus back on their meals and drinks with only a few sidelong glances. “Welcome, then. As I was saying, most folks around here have never even seen a gnoll firsthand, let alone one in the service. Have to say I didn't expect that one coming.You want food, or just the room?"

Ferad's eyes swept over the area, confirming the lack of a free table. “Both, but we'll take the food up with us. Not too many places free here."

“That's fine. Let's get you signed in." The innkeeper led the way to a corner counter near the stairs on which sat a small ledger. “This one's for the officers. The name's Jesson by the way, in case you need anything."

Ferad flipped to the page with the last entries written in. He recognized a few names, some of which were attached to people he'd rather not run into, though their stay was several days ago. “Just the room and food for now."

Jesson briefly focused on the ledger, “I'll show you up. It's the top floor, so should be nice and quiet. Can't place your face, but I've heard the name before. What parts are you from?"

“Meshra." The defeat of Mahozarm ensured his name was sprinkled through a few of the bards' songs four years back, so it wasn't uncommon for someone to recognize him based on that history alone. It was yet another reason for his preferred stationing far away at the Western Outpost.

The innkeeper knit his brows for a second in thought, then his eyes widened at the realization of who the commander was and just how unlikely of a pair the two were. “Shit, didn't see that one coming, either. Listen, I know the folks here. They're good people, for the most part anyway, but I'll see to it they know who walked in our doors so you won't catch any grief. One of these days, if you're ever back this way, I'd like to hear exactly how your officer got in the ranks."

Ferad shrugged, “Fair enough."

“Right, then let's get you up. I'll send one of the girls with your food. Best I got in the kitchen."

* * *

The inn was primarily a family run affair, and as promised, one of the innkeeper's daughters brought their meals only a short time after their arrival. The two largest dishes sat on a tray and were filled with an aromatic stew that held an overly generous amount of meat, some sort of spiced sausage going by smell. Along with this, she also carried two mugs and a pitcher of ale; the whole affair was balanced carefully on the girl's arms. How she managed it all and was still able knock on the door was beyond Ferad's knowledge. Impressive as her carrying skills were, the simple act of not showing any fear or being overly friendly was what he appreciated the most.

Skeks remained quiet the entire time, save for her warning growl when they first entered, but she seemed to relax once the food arrived and passed the examination of her nose. Perhaps she was checking for signs of foulness, but at finding nothing wrong with the meal she made quick work of it and then downed several mugs of ale. The stew's savory flavor was deep and rich compared to the basic food they consumed on the road. He certainly wasted no time in eating his own share.

The room had a small, simple table that held a lamp and the tray with their empty dishes. Two chairs and two beds completed the furnishings provided. There wasn't space for much more, but for officers on the go it was enough.

Ferad set his mug down with a contented sigh after he drained the last of its contents. They'd finished the pitcher of ale which was also better quality than what he expected. Nothing overly fancy, just enough to show their patronage was appreciated. Ferad placed a few silver coins on the tray as he stacked the now empty dishes, “For the prompt service, and the rather large helpings."

Skeks nodded with half lidded eyes and her ears set at a neutral angle, “Much more filling than expected. Our ways are simpler, so expect different when we leave your cities and the pack grows. But I wouldn't mind eating like this when we can." The last was added with a toothy grin. She often held her emotions carefully in check, but for the time being, Skeks was letting her contentment show. He hadn't seen her this unguarded since the night of the vigil.

The signs of their adventures thus far left their mark on his features far more than what Skeks showed. Her fur was well underway in growing back, the brown, tan and black pelt already masked the remnants of the injuries below it. Save for a few thin scar lines visible where her fur was naturally shorter, she'd show little outward signs of the past weeks. Thalbi mentioned something about gnolls recovering far faster than humans and here was proof of it.

Skeks brought her rounded ears fully forward with her head tilted just barely to the side, “You seem amused."

“Just thinking is all." Ferad stretched out his arms, having a look at the various rows of sutures. In a few days he'd have enough reserves for a healer to perform the minor workings needed to close even the deepest wounds fully. If nothing else happened, it'd leave Thalbi to marvel that once again he'd made it back relatively whole.

Skeks traced his line of sight, glancing over the rows that served as reminders of their night spent fighting against the Scourge. Though humans may live longer than gnolls, they showed proof of their battles far more easily. Ferad's arms had accumulated countless smaller wounds and numerous larger ones over the years. Faint lines crisscrossed over his hands and forearms, the pale streaks and uneven skin sitting in contrast to the darker tan that years spent training and working under the sun had produced. He had enough injuries from dealing with the wizard's cult that a few more scars wouldn't mean much to his overall looks, not that he really thought about it beyond what was needed for a short laugh.

His moment of introspection ended as he looked back towards Skeks, “My own thoughts aside, we can spare a night or two off the damned ground for a change." The commander stood and stretched, then took the tray and set it just outside the door. Once that was done, he moved his chair and used it to barricade the door with its back wedged under the knob. “Just in case."

His warrant officer looked at him for a moment before answering, “The ways of humans are your domain, not mine."

“I normally wouldn't bother, but until these are delivered," he patted the satchel held securely underneath his shirt, “I'll take any precaution I can think of." There was little chance of anyone knowing about the letters, but there could always be idiots about that wanted to prove themselves against a gnoll.

Her answer was contained in a wide open yawn. Regardless of his caution, she remained unconcerned; she'd hear someone messing with the door much sooner than anyone else possibly could. The rounded ears of a gnoll picked up sounds far better than the simple ones he had, and someone trying the window would also find it impossible to escape her detection. Besides that, there wasn't any sort of landing or balcony beyond the window, just simple glass panes overlooking the stable area.

Ferad walked to the window and peered into the night beyond. From his vantage point, he could see the cart along with their horses and the larger wagons of other guests parked outside of the stalls for the single mounts. Sergeant Wells and the stable hand, Weston, were chatting with each other; their forms illuminated by the flickering light of a fire burning in the confines of a small, brick pit. Wells was right in his assessment, the inn was nice to stay at. Should he ever pass by again, he'd make good on his word to provide the innkeeper with a full account of the recent weeks.

He pulled the curtains across the window and turned back to see Skeks setting her folded tabard and undershirt beside the bed. As ever, the human concepts of modesty simply didn't exist for gnolls, or at least this one in particular. She set her binding and belt down on the small pile then examined the bed with a slight huff and her tail swishing in annoyance. The longer tip of black hair at the end of it waved like a flag with the sudden changes in direction, almost as if to warn whatever caused her ire to stop such foolishness. The mattress was a good six or so inches too short for her frame and it also wasn't that much wider than most cots. Regardless of how she approached the situation, some part of her would be left dangling over the sides.

In that moment he understood at least part of her reluctance to sleeping indoors. She could use the hard floor, deal with an uncomfortably small bed, or just bypass the whole situation and sleep outside. While he might not be able to fix the problem completely, he could help make the situation better. With a slight grunt and the sound of his bed sliding over the wooden floorboards, Ferad pushed until it came into contact with the other one. The combined beds still weren't long enough if she tried to stretch out, but the extra width would allow her to curl herself as she normally did and he still had enough room if he stayed mostly to one side. “Will that work?"

“It will help." After a moment's pause she added, “You didn't have to."

“It's not a matter of having to, Skeks. If there's something I can do to fix a problem, I will." Ferad sat down on the mattress and removed his boots. With that done, he motioned towards her half of the bed. “Have a seat and I'll check things over." While her fur was growing back, some of the deeper wounds still had their sutures in place.

She rolled her shoulder and stretched her arms, flexing the area in question before sitting on the bedside facing away from him. “It feels fine, no tightness."

“Well, that's good then." Ferad pushed her spotted fur against its lay to get a better look at the results of the healer's efforts and her body's natural recovery. There would be scar lines along her skin, maybe a few sections where the fur didn't sit quite as flush as the rest, but beyond that she appeared completely healed on the outside. “We'll be able to get these out tomorrow so long as I can find someone from the guild to do the work."

“I wonder if their skills could be taught to one of my kind," Skeks looked over her uninjured shoulder, turning slightly as she did so to meet the commander's eyes. “It would be useful to have that within the pack."

“The Scourge do have shamen, so it might be possible. What they do can't be too different from any other workings, though Thalbi would complain to no end if he ever heard me say that." As Ferad smoothed the fur from her shoulder down, several loose bits of it came free. He had noticed a fair amount on the tabard and undershirt over the past several days, even though Skeks had taken to shaking them off each morning. “Everything else alright?"

Skeks turned her attention to the tufts of her own fur now stuck to his hand. Her ears splayed back slightly as she answered, “Yes, and that should be expected with all that happened. If you need to know how one of our kind is living, start with their pelt."

The general idea made sense, but in his time dealing with the Scourge it wasn't something he'd taken note of. Many creatures tended to have poor coats when under stress, so it'd stand to reason that the same would be true of gnolls. Even if that wasn't the case, just general grooming would take a while and a secure pack would have the free time. A lone individual or harassed group would be constantly moving and less able to do such things. Skeks mentioned as much during the vigil, that her pack always made a point to care for one another beyond just the basics of surviving.

Ferad looked up, meeting her gaze again as he did so. “I'll file that one away for later, but it does bring me to something I'd thought of earlier. I'm guessing your back's a tough spot to deal with by yourself?" Gnolls, while strong and in many ways flexible, weren't contortionists.

Skeks simply nodded, “It is."

“Alright." Ferad pulled the satchel free from under his shirt and took the stiff brush from it. “Not sure what you normally use for dealing with such things, but I assume this ought to work." He held it up, running his fingers lightly across the bristles. “Donated from the sergeant's supplies."

She eyed the brush before answering, “We do have other ways, but you would lack those." After a brief sniff she gave a sharp exhale, “I suppose there's nothing else, something that doesn't smell of horse?"

“No, not until we reach a shop or the barracks anyway." Ferad looked at the well used stable tool. He had checked that it was clean and tried his best to remove any loose horse hair lodged in it, though the stiff bristles were densely packed and probably did carry more of the scent than he realized. “I did give it a once over, but if the smell's too strong I can find something else later."

Skeks shook her head then faced forward again with a small sigh, “No, the loose fur is a worse problem. It gets everywhere and leaves enough behind to itch."

A gnoll's fur was normally dense, somewhat stiff, and robust. It had to be, given their continual exposure to all sorts of elements. He could only imagine what shedding it would be like and how it'd feel to have those loose bits trapped within the rest. It made him regret not knowing and not finding the time to deal with it sooner.

Ferad started with the top of her shoulder, careful to not catch any of the healer's work with the bristles, and made his way inward towards the base of her neck with short, downward strokes along the lay of her coat. By the time he reached the edge of her hackles, the brush was nearly full, so he cleaned it off and started along the outside edge of her shoulder again.

By the time he finished with the small of her back, Skeks had relaxed into a slow, steady cadence of deep breaths, and he had a decent sized pile of fur set on the edge of the bed. He expected her to be half asleep, but when he shifted to her uninjured side she turned her head so he was just in her peripheral vision. She regarded him with a nearly closed eye as he started brushing the other side of her spotted pelt.

Ferad continued as he had before, working his way inward and down while taking the time needed to thoroughly separate any loose bits of fur and debris from her coat. Skeks may not have been as massive as the Fang, but even while she continued to relax, he could feel that she was every bit as toned as their adversaries had been. There were numerous places where her fur refused to settle completely with the rest, the paths as much a proof of her battles as the lines of visible scars that ran across his own body. She may be far younger in years, but her experience probably equaled his own in terms of fighting against the Scourge, and maybe even exceeded it.

Once his work was finished, there was a significantly large pile of tawny gold and dark brown fur set beside him and a gnoll whose back coat was far more shiny in appearance sitting in front of him. She hadn't really taken her eye off of him, though her breaths carried the slight undertone of a growl. Nothing menacing by his estimation, just a slight bit of voice added due to being in a completely relaxed state. While he pulled some final bits of fur free from the brush's bristles he glanced up to meet her unfocused gaze. “Feeling better?"

Skeks inhaled sharply while blinking a few times as she brought herself back to full alertness. Her dish shaped ears splayed back and her hackles raised slightly as she looked forward quickly, answering with a short “Yes."

It wasn't exactly the response he was hoping for, the curt reply had caught him off guard. “You sure?"

Skeks gave her head a small shake and just as quickly as her tension had taken hold it left her features. “Just..." she paused in thought, “surprised, Ferad." She took another deep breath and stretched all four limbs at once with her tail arched upward. After that, she glanced back at him and added, “But yes, better than before, so thank you."

The last was meant as a reassurance, though he still felt as if something was troubling her. Whatever it was, she'd either share it or not as she saw fit. Rather than dwell on the matter, he gathered the pile of fur up as best he could. “Any time. Truth be told, I found it rather relaxing as well."

* * *

He did remember his head hitting the pillow, though not too much beyond that. Ferad fell asleep within minutes, and stayed that way far longer than he intended. He woke feeling refreshed and well rested from the best night's sleep he managed in quite some time. Part of that had been due to the quality of the bed, it easily beat the simple travel roll that was supplied with the tent, and the other part was due to the warmth that seemed to radiate from Skeks as she slept soundly next to him.

With a stretch that induced more than a few pops from stiffened joints, he sat up and noticed the morning's bright light streaming in from between the curtain panels. It was already well past dawn given the angle of the sun's rays. A quick check of the satchel verified its contents, and the chair he moved the evening prior remained securing the door in place. After he opened the curtains and took a quick look outside, he finally turned his attention to his warrant officer who had sat up while he checked on the room. “Sleep well?"

Skeks yawned widely, her rounded ears nearly burying themselves within her hackles during her exhale. She had remained on top of the bed covers overnight, being underneath them would have been stiflingly warm for a gnoll, but beyond that she seemed to be resting fairly comfortably by the time he'd gone to bed. After giving herself a bit of a shake, she answered him, “Perhaps too well, but yes."

Ferad thought back to the evening's meal. The ale was of a slightly higher grade than he was used to, so there was a chance it was a fair bit stronger as well. The food was certainly richer, and that too may have had a role in their prolonged rest. In any case, no harm had befallen them and he was thankful for the peaceful night regardless of its cause. “Honestly, I think we both needed the sleep. I spied Wells out there with the horses and there are plenty of other wagons still outside. We should be able to get some breakfast before we head out. Up for it?"

Skeks stood and stretched, arching herself to the point that her tail tip nearly touched the back of her head. It was an impressive display that highlighted the features of her toned physique, whether she meant it as such or not. After straightening out, she nodded to him as she reached for her binding, “Always."

* * *

The innkeeper was good on his word the night before and ensured that no one displayed any open hostilities when they made their way down the stairs and into the common area. While there were more than a few people that kept their eyes shifting nervously towards the pair, none acted on their concern.

After picking one of the empty, smaller tables, Ferad nodded to the closest of Jesson's daughters to get her attention, “Two and some thinned ale." The girl responded with a quick nod and headed back into the kitchen. Several minutes later, the conversation of the room had returned to normal and two plates were set before them with a pitcher that was several shades lighter than the night before.

While Ferad gave it no thought and began eating immediately, Skeks gave it a brief sniff before digging in. He trusted the food here based on Wells' recommendation, but she was either curious to the meal's contents or experience had taught her the extra caution she displayed the night before. Both plates had eggs, some sort of sausage, and a mixture of several grains with a sweetened sauce poured over the top. A filling breakfast, but not heavy enough to cause problems while traveling.

Shortly after they finished their meal, the innkeeper, Jesson, made his way to their table with a pleased grin. He glanced between his gnoll and human guest. “I trust everything was to your liking?" If appetite was a measure of the food's quality, their record setting pace paid it the highest compliment.

Ferad nodded in agreement, “Both dinner and this morning's fare. The room was nice too."

Jesson smiled at that, “Glad to hear it, but I'd like to know your officer's thoughts as well." He glanced towards Skeks as he continued, “My family's run this place for generations, but we don't get too many folks that aren't human through here. I'm always interested in seeing how we compare to what else is out there."

Skeks set her ears back slightly in thought. There wasn't any harm behind the question, it seemed the man was just generally curious. She motioned toward the kitchen, “The packs don't cook unless we're providing for someone injured or from outside, so my own experience is limited. But I found both meals flavorful and filling. You have my thanks."

“Glad to hear it." The innkeeper lowered his voice slightly, “I've said what I could to the folks that frequent here, but you can be sure word beyond mine has already spread. Not sure if that's what you had in mind, but that's what happened."

Ferad just shrugged. “I expected as much. News in the capital moves faster than anything else, sometimes too fast." Wells had appeared through the doors on the stable side. He didn't seem particularly worried, more annoyed than anything else. “Sergeant?"

The man took a small breath before answering, “A small unit's headed down from the city proper. Commander Jaeger's colors."

A groan preceded the commander's answer. “At least we'll get to the barracks quickly."

* * *

Officers generally came into their rank through two paths; some earned their place through hard work and distinguished service to the realm, and others were simply born into their position. On rare occasions, there were officers that had both backgrounds and Commander Jaeger wasn't one of them.

At some point in history, generations back and so long ago that the details were lost to anything beyond the oldest tomes in the archives, the Jaeger family was integral to the establishment of the capital city, some even said to the nation itself. The lord of that house carried the noble title “Head of the Founder's Line", a nod back to the ancient past of the city, and a source of arrogance far greater than the actual influence wielded by its current holder. Ferad long held that bloodlines carried opportunity far more than actual ability. Even if you inherited a position of power, you still had to be capable of putting it to good use. It was that capability Ferad found lacking in Commander Jaeger. Yes, the man could organize a parade march through the city streets, but he had little use outside of entertaining the masses. If something like the Scourge did make it to the walls, it'd be the common soldiers and city watch that did anything about it.

“If you've ever wondered about the complexities of human positions and society, there probably isn't a better study than the idiot parading down the middle." Ferad nodded to the figure seated on the horse riding at the front of, and centered between, two short columns. Shiny parade armor was the standard equipment for both horse and rider, though a good blow from a heavy club in the right place could make their continued use near impossible. Anyone of ill intent and stupid enough to be impressed wouldn't be all that dangerous in the first place; anyone with even the remotest bit of experience would probably be too busy laughing to bother.

The fact that they were outside of the city meant they were on some sort of errand and Ferad's guess was confirmed when Jaegar signaled his troops to halt with a raised fist. “Commander Rem, it's been some time. Two years I think."

“About that," came the rather dry reply. “Providing an escort, I assume?"

A brief but haughty chuckle came from the seated figure. The man was about average height with wide green eyes, and long, stringy, black hair sporting carefully trimmed bangs. “If you afford some charity to our orders, then yes. We are to bring you directly to the garrison where you will await further notice from the council. For that task, we've brought two horses. One for you, and the other for your... provisional officer."

The hitch in the man's addressing of Skeks didn't go unnoticed. “Thanks, but we'll continue with the cart. What you can do is provide an escort to make sure we aren't held up at the gates. Oh, and you misspoke. It's Warrant Officer Skeks, my latest report said as much." With that Ferad turned towards the cart and a rather stoic looking Sergeant Wells.

Jaeger gave an exasperated sigh, “Listen, I'm not going to argue semantics, but this must be carried out with all due haste."

“Then listen to me with all due haste." Ferad stopped and turned to meet Jeager's gaze. The man may be of equal rank, but Ferad carried seniority. “Take yourself and four of your men to lead the cart back. The other four and the spare mounts will follow it. Unless you want a half crazed horse tearing across the countryside because a gnoll tried to hop on it, you'll do exactly what I just said." Ferad shook his head as he made his way back to the cart. “Come on, Skeks. There's a few things I want to explain before we're settled in. We can chat along the way."

* * *

Ferad hadn't used his office in months, partly because he attempted to spend as little time there as possible. His official posting at the training fort allowed him this luxury, though other officers probably felt the exact opposite. Many of those had taken to keeping as close the the King and his men as possible. One's chances for advancement tended to be predicated on how well your prowess was known throughout the upper ranks. Politics, put bluntly, ruled here and he wanted nothing to do with it.

For many, the commander was simply an eccentric outsider; someone who refused to play by the established rules but fit well within the niche he occupied given the quality of those that passed through his training. For others, his rise to commander was seen as an affront. Yes, a man from a minor house should be able to find some posting that brought a measure of validity to their line, but there was a point where such things ended. By their measure, Ferad was well past that point. Added to the absurdity of his rank was the fact that where matters concerned the gnolls he carried the privilege of invoking the King's Word.

As Ferad explained his peculiar circumstances, Skeks sat in the padded seat on the other side of his rather empty desk. The shelves were just as barren as the mahogany surface in between them, save for a small section that housed books regarding creatures last seen during the Northern Wars along with a few more practical volumes that he collected over the years. In many ways, he treated this place in the same way he did his personal house back in the village. It was a place to stay at and nothing more.

Skeks listened patiently through most of his explanation, “So my addition to your pack has made things worse."

It was impossible to hold the acidic chuckle from reaching his voice, “No, not really. If anything, it's just exposing their feelings even more. They think they have a valid claim against me this time, one that the council will be siding with them on." Ferad leaned back in his own chair. He hadn't taken the satchel off, nor did he intend to until its contents were delivered. “They've only received small bits of what my reports said. The King and council will have the full thing, and no one here knows of anything that happened from the vigil onward. They may not even know I'm carrying these. Summar will back us, and that adds far more weight than most here could muster."

“Will they still side with you when you're known as the Kestra's alpha?" She had a valid point in questioning it, but Farisia's support wouldn't waiver. He was sure of that much at least, the head of Summar probably foresaw it happening anyway. She always kept several steps ahead of any situation that held her attention.

A knock at the office door interrupted their conversation followed by a lieutenant Ferad hadn't seen before stepping neatly through, “Sir, the council has ordered your presence."

Ferad glared at the man, “And you can damned well wait until I've given leave for you to enter before even touching that handle. Am I clear, Lieutenant?" There were select people of his own choosing that had the privilege of an abridged protocol. Beyond that, there was no reason for this.

“Sorry, sir. My orders were absolute, directly from Commander Jaeger." At Ferad's continued scowl, he hastily added, “And his were delivered by the council."

“Oh, I'm sure they were. And you're to wait for us, I presume?"

The lieutenant shifted his gaze uneasily, “We're to escort you, sir. The both of you. Directly."

Ferad's scowl grew deeper at that. Perhaps there was more happening than he was aware of. The downside to being posted away from the capital and hating politics was being ill informed of the latest maneuvers. “And the reason for that?"

“If I had to guess sir, protection. Yours I mean." The man was nervous, but he seemed to be truthful in his words. “Commander, sir, there's plenty nearing your rank that take issue with your latest choice in officers. Word spread fast about that, and news of your arrival is making the rounds as we speak. The council and court both have their questions, and it's our job to make sure you get there without incident."

That announcement brought Skeks out of her chair and to her full height. The lieutenant took a step back, and then one more until he was safely into the hallway. It was probably for the best.

Skeks looked at Ferad with her hackles fully raised and a snarl forming, “I smell fear, but no lies." She then turned to the doorway where a very uneasy group of men stood just beyond it. She probably wasn't angry at them, but you don't threaten a gnoll's alpha, even indirectly, without raising some sort of ire.

Ferad stood and stretched, letting his indifference to the situation show as plainly as he could. An alpha, at least by his estimation, needed the same skills a commander, but without the need to explain everything. Skeks would take her cues from his own actions. “Honestly, I doubt any of them have the balls." As Ferad made his way to the door, he patted Skeks's shoulder to reinforce his lack of concern.

The shift was nearly immediate. Skeks glanced at him and gave a very subtle nod acknowledging his intent. She was truly upset, that display hadn't been for show, but she gave herself a small shake and released the tension in her posture within seconds. She managed to raise her ears, lower her hackles, and follow behind him; but if anyone approached the wrong way they'd find themselves having a very bad day indeed.

Commander Ferad Rem strode past the would-be guards, but he stopped a few paces after exiting his office. “We'll see ourselves there, I still remember the route. Come along if you want, but make sure to shut that door, would you Lieutenant?" It was an assertion of his own authority mixed with a bit of bravado. So long as he wasn't under arrest that probably meant the worst hadn't happened and he still held his rank. If someone really felt the need to directly confront him, they'd do so after the council was done and he wasn't walking with a squad of Jaegar's men.

* * *

The council chambers of Katalnu sat several layers deep within the castle walls and were part of the original structure. Throughout the centuries, the castle had been expanded well beyond its original size and shape. As the city and nation grew, so did the center of its power.

Compared to where the Summar elders met, this place was both small and overbearing. Where the elves favored understated elegance and openness, their human counterparts put their wealth and opulence on full display. It was a nest of safety and grandeur where the heads of the eldest and most influential lines of Alkat discussed the nation's future. Four guards stood at each entrance, two inside the room and two in the halls, and behind each seat at the main table stood two personal attendants. Anyone brought here would know their place immediately. Well, almost anyone.

Ferad had long dismissed such showings as irrelevant. The Scourge and their ilk cared little for what wealth someone had or where they sat, it was the one thing he agreed with them on. Wealth could be obtained in many ways, as could influence. An examination into the city's oldest records showed that several of the houses were established more by matters of happenstance than any real forethought. That wasn't to say that the council was devoid of talent, far from it actually. Many of its members were groomed to be there from their earliest years and displayed wisdom befitting their rank. Others had the background but lacked the ability or desire to apply it.

Over the years and many times standing before the council, the commander had learned who he could rely on to make sane and prudent decisions. The only problem he faced was when those capable of seeing reason decided to remain silent. They'd speak up, eventually at least, but they'd let him weather the storm of criticisms while the others vented at the lesser noble who dared to disgrace his position once again.

“Honestly, Commander Rem has plainly stepped beyond any reasonable interpretation of his authority." The man speaking was a weaselly sort of fellow, thin and long bodied with slim eyes and an annoyingly styled mustache with slight curls at the ends. It was a face the commander didn't recognize, but given the absence of the elderly knight that normally held the seat, he could have been a successor or a stand in. “I've reviewed both his past records and recent reports. While I do agree his service was distinguished, the proof of his decline in judgment where matters of the realm are concerned stands before us all." He waved accusingly at Skeks, “And if I understand correctly, he aims to add this creature to his own house. What sort of debauchery is this?"

“And what sort of tone is that, may I ask?" The question came from a silky, sweet voice that was dripping with authority, venom and femininity in equal measure as the far door of the chamber opened. The king's closest advisers were an elf by the name of Alaric and his wife, Nathera. One never forgot that unearthly voice, and Ferad knew instantly he'd see the pair at hearing the first word. Sure enough, the woman entered the room followed by her husband.

“I'd like to echo that question, young Cornelius. Your grandfather was a most ardent supporter of Commander Ferad, regardless of his unique methods." The elf never acted cross with anyone, and while his wife could flay someone wide open with her words alone, Alaric calmly settled for a stern, elderly tone in spite of his looking little over the age of thirty by human standards. Nathera, though clearly not an elf given her generous curves and dark, olive toned skin, somehow managed the same age defying quality. The pair had advised kings going back as far as the library held records, a constant in the affairs of Alkat that spanned centuries. Once the two were seated, Alaric continued. “While he may no longer be with us, the wisdom of his choice shouldn't be dismissed so easily."

The elf's words settled the reason for the replacement of the esteemed knight at the council. Though many decades his senior, Ferad had spent several days speaking with the retired knight on matters concerning retaking Meshra at the height of the conflict. He'd be missed not only for his wisdom and abilities, but also because the heir to his position was no where near the quality of its former holder if this meeting was any indication. “Word hadn't reached me of Master Denworth's passing. He was a good man, and I'm sure his absence is felt within these chambers and beyond."

“Indeed, Commander. A knight, especially one of the King's Guard in active service during two of the past three monarchs' reigns, is always missed." Nathera glanced towards the quickly reddening Cornelius, “A lifetime of service was your grandfather's legacy, even before setting foot within these chambers as anything more than a distinguished knight, and he added another lifetime worth of service after he did so. It will be hard, for you, but pray that you manage at least half as much."

“Now, now," the eldest of the council spoke up, a man by the name of Stallshend that looked every bit as ancient as the room. His piercing brown eyes, however, were just as sharp and focused as anyone's. Crossing the man was always a bad idea. “As much as we all appreciate your honest words, Lady Nathera, young Denworth isn't the focus of this inquiry; Commander Rem is, and rightfully so. As we've discussed, Folk of any sort are welcome within the houses and service. Though diluted by generations, the blood of Adviser Alaric's kin graces my veins. A fact that has seen me head of this body far longer than many expected, or wished for in some cases."

The elf gave a slight nod in the direction of the councilor while his wife managed to quickly mask the look of annoyance at being held from the target of her scorn.

Stallshend turned his gaze back across the table, “But that is different, some feel, to the person wearing our colors standing beside the commander. One who, quite frankly, seems ill at ease by the words said recently."

Ferad looked to his side, surprised by the elder's remark. Skeks had been commendably stoic throughout the discussions to that point, but she stood rigid with her ears set back and her spotted fur fluffed nearly on end. Even her hackles were fully raised while she glared daggers across the room. It was a small miracle she wasn't snarling or growling. With a quick glance tracing her line of sight, he knew the gnoll was fixated on Lady Nathera.

“Skeks?" At getting no response, Ferad gave her a quick nudge with his elbow that seemed to break whatever hold the lady's appearance had on his officer. She glanced in his direction, clearly agitated, but looking to him for direction. What the issue was, he couldn't tell.

A slight chuckle from the other side of the chambers brought Ferad's attention back to the elf and his wife. “Ah, I should have guessed as much. It seems Nathera has taken a rather direct approach in determining the wisdom of our commander's choice. Beyond anyone else here, she is fit to judge the merits of the decision. And yes, Ferad, that does include you. It is the reason for us being here in the first place."

That bit of news wasn't unwelcome, it'd make a quick end to the farce they endured after all, but it did bring quite the surprise.

“And our purpose is concluded." Nathera's gaze remained focused on Skeks, a slight smile forming that carried a hint of mirth to her voice. “The final decision rests with our regent, but I've seen enough." The woman's smile deepened into something far more foreboding as she continued, “Finally, let it be recorded that the commander has earned yet another title, Alpha of the Kestra pack. I'm certain some here may take offense to that, but do wait until our business with Ferad is complete before you attempt anything as foolish as you're thinking of." She glanced sideways at the newest, and angriest, member of the council while shaking her head slowly, as if admonishing a petulant child against throwing a tantrum.

Alaric simply sighed at the display, “Commander, as much fun as I'm sure you're having with all this, I believe you have something for myself from Summar, and something of even more importance for our king from the same." The elf stood from his chair and glanced over the assembled council, “I do apologize for the interruption, but the commander is needed elsewhere."

* * *

The times Ferad felt out of control of his situation since the fall of Mahozarm were few enough to count on one hand, and most of them involved the pair marching between the guards with a sense of purpose he hadn't seen in over four years. He didn't even have time to run through the protocol for entering the king's presence, so he turned back to Skeks and uttered, “Just do what I do, and whatever is between you and Nathera, reign it in for now," shortly before passing through the ornately carved doors of the throne room.

King Reston Alkat, twenty-eighth heir to the throne, sat at the far end of the room flanked on either side by royal guards with Queen Helen seated on the throne beside. Both were aged, but each carried themselves with the grace and dignity fitting their position. While the council flaunted their wealth, the monarchs displayed little more than their crowns and family rings worn by each. The usual array of ministers and attendants was lacking, making this meeting all the more unusual by the few people within the space that was normally buzzing with activity.

The guards that had escorted the king's advisers stayed at the main entrance. Alaric and Nathera strode across the room, stopping a respectful distance in front of the monarchs, each taking a knee with their head bowed. Ferad stayed some ten feet back from that and did the same with Skeks following suit.

King Alkat looked over the assembled group, his light brown gaze staying on Skeks for a moment longer than the others before he spoke, “We await your report Advisers, rise and share your insights."

Alaric and Nathera both stood, with Nathera speaking first. “There is very little one could fault the commander on. I have examined his gnoll myself and found no taint or other hold on her. I would also add that her feelings toward the commander and her acceptance of his authority are absolute."

The elf spoke afterward, “While Nathera's examination was rather direct, my own inspection surrounding her found nothing interfering or otherwise connected to Officer Skeks. The last touch of any sort of workings were that of Farisia, and before that Healer Thalbi, unless I'm mistaken. There was a malicious curse, placed on both her and Commander Ferad, so I suspect the healer's working was dealing with that very thing though he probably wouldn't know it as such. Your Majesty, if it would please you, I believe our commander has the missives from Summar, both for you as well as myself, on his person and has been charged with delivering them personally. Farisia's wards are set on both."

The king nodded his assent, “Rise Commander, and complete your task."

The queen smiled at this even as Ferad stood and fished out the satchel's contents, “The realm entertains the addition of one thought completely lost to the Light; yet another surprise brought to us by our commander, and one we are inclined to accept. Indeed, his own reports of years past would suggest this an impossibility." There was a gleam of amusement in the depths of her bright, green eyes.

Nathera returned the queen's smile, though her own held no warmth, “There are many that believe so now, even with ample evidence to the contrary standing before us. I suggest withholding any announcement of your decision regarding either the commander's station or that of his officer. This must be dealt with by his hands, if the support of his peers means anything. The outcome should prove interesting at the very least."

Ferad managed to mask any sort of reaction to Nathera's words as he passed the first missive to the king and the second to the elf before returning to the gnoll's side. Skeks still hadn't fully reigned her emotions in; her fur stayed fluffed even as she fought to keep her ears upright. Alaric gave council and comfort, much like Farisia had done. Nathera gave warning that something she'd find entertaining was likely. It meant trouble, at least for himself and Skeks. “With respect, Lady Nathera, I doubt those upset by her appointment would find the outcome of any confrontation entertaining. For their sake, I hope they have healers at the ready."

The king glanced at Ferad, “Bold words, Commander, no doubt you've seen enough to make such claims." With his thoughts made known, he turned his attention to the person at the center of the unusual meeting. “Rise then, Warrant Officer Skeks. We've read the commander's view of events, and heard our advisers. Tell us in your own words, what holds you to Commander Ferad, and to us?"

Skeks stood to her full height and managed a deep breath before speaking, “My oath, his claim as pack, and his position as alpha of the same. These make his will my own, and so bind me as he is bound."

Queen Helen nodded, “Keeping to one's promise is paramount, so we accept that. What we want to know is why your oath was given in the first place. The reason for one's oath is often as important as why it is kept."

Skeks glanced in Ferad's direction, “At first, his unyielding persistence."

King Alkat's answering chuckle mirrored the mirth behind his eyes, “Tales of the commander's intractable nature are often relayed to us even to this day. Mostly from noble houses lamenting the treatment of their errant children fortunate enough to find their way under his instruction, though they are undoubtedly made better for it."

Skeks nodded, “More such as him would benefit all. But to fully answer, my place beside him was conditional and temporary. What changed that was the honor he gave my fallen pack. A human doing so is unknown to us, and his offering was far more than mere words. My decision was made then, to return the honor and protect this human against all harm. But his strength against the Scourge and his leadership in all times let me know my true place was to follow, not just protect."

The king's eyes drifted back over the group before settling once again on Ferad, “Loyalty of that nature should be rewarded in our view. One last thing, Commander, we hold your reason of honor demanding her protection just, though the wisdom of this decision will only be seen far later. What of the charge that this invites the Scourge to us? We understand this is a primary concern, even to the gnoll herself."

“It's been a point of contention between us, one I think resolved, but the concern is moot from my view. The Scourge have already crossed Summar's lands and into Alkat twice, they do not respect our borders now. Moreover, two separate packs attacked, one aided by workings beyond what the Scourge alone can do. Whatever moves outside our land can and will reach us here if we do nothing. It's just a matter of time before ambition sends their forces this way. Skeks being a part of my command or not won't change that. Skeks being a part of my house or not won't change that. What will change is potential allies, the packs and solitary gnolls that seek the Light and others in their position. They'll have something to rally to, something to bring them together against a common threat."

Nathera grinned at this, her lips curving into a dangerous smile as she spoke, “You would unite them under your house and banner."

“I will. Summar never moves, yet their people are supporting our own at both the fort and Husinbiu. Whatever is controlling the packs, whatever this Karvashen is, it poses that large of a threat. I will not stand idle."

All manner of playfulness left the woman's features, replaced by a cold glare and icy tone, “As well you shouldn't. Husband, my contract to you demands my action, though our advice remains unchanged concerning these two." Nathera turned back to King Reston, “By your leave, I have matters to address with our commander and his newest."

The king arched an eyebrow at her sudden attitude shift, “Granted, though we expect an explanation in due course."

The woman nodded and spoke as she turned, “Commander, bring your officer and yourself. Alaric will be consulting with our regents for quite some time regarding Summar and recent events."