[Nerindel]

Ghurdan stood in the shadow of one of the great black pillars that encircled the court yard, watching as other warriors and corsairs arrived. He wished not to reveal his presence until the priestess Sevora arrived, So he let Zasfal pace up and down impatiently in front of his men.

"Come on old man! shall we ask the acrobats for a performance" he heard a sickly cheerful young man tell his older companion, he followed their gaze to his crew, he saw Zasfal hand grip tightly about the hilt of his curved sword. His young first mate was clearly angered by the other mans jest, The uniforms were his doing and he saw the mans jest as a great insult, but even in his anger he still had the presence of mind to seek his captains permission before acting.

Ghurdan scowled at the young man and shook his head, He knew full well the penalty for angering the Priestess. His eyes narrowed as he thought of a new use for Zasfal. He watched as the two Warriors walk away clearly unaware of the events that had passed between Zasfal and his Captain.

"Zasfal!" Ghurdan hissed, the young man walk over confidently, "Yes, sir" he said bowing slightly. "I want you to keep an eye on that young warrior!" Zasfal grinned wickedly as has hand moved towards his daggers. "No!" Ghurdan scolded, he then told Zasfal what he required of him. The young man's grin widened further and he nodded, admiring his captains way of thinking. "Now!" Ghurdan said sharply.

The young man lowered his head and as he raised it, his wicked persona was replaced with that of a cheerful and friendly young dandy, a persona he used often to gather information for his captain. Ghurdan simply nodded his head, showing no emotion at all to the man's sudden change in demeanour. Without replying Zasfal walked of to carry out his captains orders, Ghurdan noted the slight skip in his step as he walked, it added to the new persona. The young mans ability to take on any persona was the main reason why Ghurdan kept him alive.

As he watched Zasfal mingle with the gathered warriors, he thoughtfully stroked the scar on his face recounting his last encounter with The Red Flame. The woman's restrain on her emotions was impressive. Anger was one emotion that he himself could not control and he didn't try as he found it a strength rather than a weakness especially in battle.

His thoughts turned once more to the young warrior and his older companion, he would enjoy putting the young whelp in his place during their journey and if his friend intervened all the better. His eyes narrowing as he watched Zasfal introduce himself to the two men.

"Good day to you all" Zasfal said bowing dramatically. "My name is Zasfal, I answer the call of my god!" he announced loud enough that all about could hear, then grinning boyishly he winked at the female warrior that the pair had been conversing with and whispered "And the notoriety it may bring." The young female warrior clearly didn't approve, shrugging he turned to the two male warriors, "And you are" he asked smiling like a young lad who naively believed this journey would bring him respect and notoriety.