Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

A cheiftess? It surprised him at first. That his kind could amount to anything but lowly soldiers, to anything above the obedient dog that he had been cultivated into, made his brow raise. Yet it seemed fitting; with all her mannerisms, her great ability to manipulate the space and control it, control him, perhaps it wasn't so far-fetched as he believed. Perhaps this was only one of the many uses the nether had for its vessels. Yet at the same time, Tetsubo did not apply such thoughts to himself. She may have been a powerful entity (and he believed this thoroughly) but he, as a warrior and a follower, knew he was not expected to reach such heights. Tetsubo was destined to enforce the laws of others, not create his own. He would not know where to start.

The rest of what she said, while being polite, did not matter to Tetsubo. He heard it simply because of his proximity to her, and let the information sink in to the back of his mind — in case, in the future, Skellige were to inquire about the dark woman — but aside from this, Tetsubo did not give any indication or further conversation in return. He watched her. He listened, he watched, he waited, as if preparing to be dismissed by his superior, although he stared vacantly ahead of himself with his gaze cast away from her shadowed face. After a few moments of silence (wherein she had finished her announcement and he, having nothing more to do, felt as if she were waiting for him to do something), Tetsubo cleared his throat and murmured, Do you have need of me?

For he still felt the pull of her spell - or whatever energy had displaced his mood, manipulated his body and his desires - but he held himself in firm control, and would continue to, lest she put him to use; and oddly, he felt a great need like never before, and in the back of his mind was hoping she would order him to -- well, he didn't know what. But to do something that would end the fire in his belly.