The Griffin of Zakuul
Physically the most imposing of the present officials and leaders, Aurelian's presence was not easily dispatched or neglected. It was physical, violent, but it was his calm demeanor, the control he emitted that was awe-inspiring and threatening. No doubt that he was a warrior, a leader who would use the mastercrafted sword at his side to maximum efficiency, lethal precision. His hand rested on the weapons pommel, it was not a battle ready stance, but it lay there. Armoured. Relaxed.
Sigismund watched as the chamber emptied, the voting passing in favour of
Michael Barran
as becoming the new Warden. He cast his vote for him, not because he held admiration for the man, but it was the less volatile choice. His own nomination was not accepted, his lack of Imperial Knighthood a formality he lacked for approval. It was still obvious to him, that he was a better choice than either of the two. But he did not stay to make a case for himself. He did not stay to talk to
Ignacious Korvan
to elaborate on a decision made. No. He was interested in more apparent matters, something which nobody present earlier seemed to care about simply by word of was left.
"Grand Moff Korvan. A moment, if you may."