Ankyra Sound Upon a weary night, the bell tolled.

As any man who's profession was knowing exactly when to dodge a blow of teeth, his scruff stood to ruff and the sea whispered down his neck a warning of the newcoming member. However in the deep breath of breeze, it told with whiplash this woman's affiliation. How lucky could he have been?

Choosing not to offend the woman with a direct stare, he kept his frigid gems on the crests of water as they came and smashed the opposing lands with a crashing vengeance. Was a storm coming?

"I've come to ask inclusion within your ranks." His baritones caried their timber through the resting period of the waves, allowing him to be heard in the fleeting time they were spoke before the sea grew restless again.

As someone who didn't speak much, the assassin chose to initially answer any questions she might inquire of him, or to be silent in her presence as it was. He wasn't rude lest it call for it, and he didn't want to tarnish this oppertunity.