Ankyra Sound in time you'll taste all the salt in my lungs

He lounged in the shadows, staying far back from the rest of the crowd, sensing the tension. Only when Ondine stepped forward to ask, and Kjalarr looked slightly alarmed did he step out, shape swift and slim to give him the allusion of looking mysterious. The was a tint of bloodlust in the air, awaking his primal instincts. He caught Caiaphas' words, barely, and a low growl tore from his throat. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, perhaps it was the lack of action, but Slancio was ready for a good fight.

The food was an extra benefit, in his mind there was naught but the sounds of war. When his queen left the scene, and the sharp tension began to ebb away, he followed without a word, a small brush against Ondine on the way. His loyalty was to Caiaphas first, for now. A battle ahead awaits.