Diarch Rellik
Lord of the Diarchy

The Crucible of Bastion was never silent. Even at dusk, its halls breathed with the faint rhythm of training blades, the disciplined footsteps of initiates, and the low chant of tutors guiding meditations in the library. From the central spire overlooking the stairs that lead to the great doors of the Crucible, the Diarch watched. The transports touch down in the courtyard. The boy's shuttle was right on time.
He'd seen the name appear on the schedule earlier that morning, Aknoby, Lilaste Order. Recently promoted. Things Rellik had already known but he had asked

When the shuttle doors lowered, Rellik turned from the view and began the walk down. Entering the large center commerce area where one could easily go to the library, arena, or study halls. The giant doors opened before him, letting the evening air spill in. The Crucible overlooked the capital of Bastion - Ravelin as it was built into a mountainside. It would take the young Chiss warrior some time to hike the stairs to the entrance but that was the point. Even arriving at the Crucible took effort.
As Aknoby approached Rellik would wave and call out to him.
"Thank you for coming my friend. It is nice to meet you!."
