Ankyra Sound your bones are the spires of Stockholm

Standing proud and watchful, he is comfortable in his spot beside the commander. There is the utmost of confidence in their appearance and ability alike, even before the scrutiny of these foreign Nereides. Drageda looks the part of their strength and gathered together, form an impressive visage of wolf for this important meeting.

When Thuringwethil introduced him, he straightened subtly with a curt nod and greeting to match. Their eyes have been on him already, but he isn't alone in that regard and readily returns the favor. Similarities are here and there between them, yet somehow, knowing more through the words of their scarred matriarch, he simply finds more questions born from the answers.

Their culture of their Mother Sea and Moon, and why they had been drawn to the island, struck undeniably as curious to him but politics are the overarching focus here. He continued his thoughtful, observant silence. Overall, he does not find a reason to suspect issue so now knowing their hopes in this, he awaited Heda's response.