"I still have no clue what that means Roman."
[b]He steps inside, away from the entrance [/b]
"I am Magrim. Second in command of the Dight Legion. Current commanding general as the general is on leave."
"Straight to business. I like that."
"I'd like to discuss a potential treaty or alliance between the Dight and your Legion. Whatever you may call yourselves."
[b]There was a man in his early twenties, wearing slave rags. The man had a scar across his left cheek, had blue eyes, and brown hair. He looked at him, expectantly.[/b]