#rilanox

Aelfgar puffed on the cigarette as he looked over his encampment. The night was rather cold in the Black Shroud, cold like the one he remembered when his old friend Mitsune attacked him and had almost killed him in Coerthas. He pulled it from his mouth and rubbed his head in frustration as he thought about the entire situation of how he ended up where he was. It took the sight of Velutus Umbrianus stomping through the encampment full of fury shouting where he was to jar him back into reality.

"Fuck..." Aelfgar spit out the cigarette before he could fully enjoy it and ran down to the encampment.

Umbrianus was a massive Roegadyn clad in black and gold plated armor made from the best Garlemald had to offer. Portable auto-guns were strapped on the arms of the armor and on his back was a huge, mechanical hammer. He shouted at Aelfgar's men, "Where is he? Aelfgar!" The monster of a man stomped around from tent to tent before he finally caught eyes with the one he was after.

Aelfgar looked up and saluted, tired and somewhat worried as he knew he should be, "Velatus. What brings you he-"

The Roegadyn punched Aelfgar in the face, knocking him to the ground and a couple of teeth went with him. His face was bloodied from the impact of the gauntlet as he looked up to the huge garlean. Aelfgar's men ran to surround the garlean and drew their weapons. Velatus scoffed as he looked to them and shook his head before glaring down at Aelfgar, "You were warned already of any setbacks, Aelfgar. That's why we're here."

Aelfgar spit blood at the ground and looked up to the giant warrior. He groaned in pain, "What do you mean we?"

As he finished the sentenced, a tall, younger man with silver hair held up his spiked gauntlet and walked up, looking down at Aelfgar. His armor was silver, with golden ornate trim and had the symbol of the garlean empire upon the chest. Upon his back was some large and friendish looking garlean made gunblade. The man sighed and looked down to Aelfgar, "Did you not get the memo, friend?"

Aelfgar slowly stood up as he looked to the man with a grim face. He stood almost a foot taller than himself. His body shook in anticipation at the punishment he was to receive. Aelfgar's skin with pale as he stood like an animal caught in the lights of some garlean war machine, "Arcuris Rilanox..."

"Two times now you have screwed me over, Aelfgar. Tell me, would you be pissed as well if someone promised you something and they didn't deliver twice?" He crossed his arms and stared him down, "You have one week to make this right and get us the supplies we need. Otherwise I'm going to mount your head on my mantle." He turned and threw up his arms as he marched away, calling Umbrianus to join him, "Fail me again and you're a dead man, Aelfgar."