In all of the centuries of Lucienus’s life, he had never met a man like his commanding officer. Though this was Lorgar, or as the men called him, Saladin Fury-Eyed. I for one, think it’s quite impressive. We made it out of the imperial city in one piece, got his wife out of the lions nest, and just got new clients, with a high quality contract.
Which was unusual for the duo, who would usually mouth off at each other first chance they got. Lucienus and his superior had barely spoken on their way out of the sewer, and through the forest. Lucienus ignored it, since he rarely had the need to sleep anymore. The sound of the blade making contact with the nords teeth, while low, was still a tad annoying. After working out the conditions and specifics of their contract, Lorgar had signed the document, making the Blood Wolves a special operations unit of the Dominion Shadow Corps, and making Lorgar an agent of the Thalmor His companion, and second in-command, Lucienus Valerius was also awake, though he didn’t show it, as his eyes were closed. He was deep in thought, as shown by his facial expression. Lorgar Sky-wind was glancing upwards at the moon, while picking at his teeth with his Ebony shortblade. It was at least three in the morning, and darkness was still about. Two men layed on two fur bed-rolls, under the glistering stars.