Moonspear There will come a soldier,

Judging by her expression, she seemed a bit peeved to have missed it too, though she did not make for an easy read to him. He couldn't say he knew her that well, but he definitely related to the feeling with a low rumble and a small, slow nod. It showed up tracking down some stranger, I heard.. but no other sightings after they made it go, he added. Maybe it was just something to look out for, and her time as a guard could probably use it--even if they had both managed to miss the actual action that time.

Anyway, Morningside was one he had heard of from Alya once or twice. Antares couldn't claim exhaustive knowledge and appreciated her insight--even if she noted them as very soft. He struggled to imagine this exactly but didn't think he would care for it either. Letting everyone in could get bad quickly, I'd guess.. he supposed with a low murmur. He only knew Moonspear beneath the reign of his mother and even if Morningside had been soft, at least it had allowed Desdemona to meet his mom and aunts. Next, it was her place before that even, and his ears twitched thoughtfully to this deeper look. War mongrels? Like constantly warring..? Or, rough because of war..? he asked, not sure of the term exactly but figuring that was his best guess somewhere in there. He had heard of a warlord before who oversaw mercenaries, and knew what a mongrel was in a derogatory sense especially.. Antares cobbled it together from there, roughly, but left the rest up to her clarification.