Casren lazed on a gargantuan gargoyle as his soldiers took their perimeter.

Sitting herself down in the Fountain she nursed a small hangover, much had taken place since then, including some bullshit in the bar, people loved waving their dicks around to make a point. It was rather tiring, nonetheless she felt rested at least and the Tavern did seem to provide some good wines, if a little too classy for her in her Communist mindset.

In the end it was better than nothing, Casren had informed Daemala to get her up and in the square for midday, as he wished to discuss something, always the dutiful soldier she had awoken without bother and gotten ready.

Really, she was already amazed how different things were, the old fool actually settled down, next thing she be told is he got himself a wife and couple of brats, now that would be hell for him, most positively.

"Why hello there!" Casren chirped from his perch, glad his soldiers hadn't been spotted by his comrade. It meant he was one step ahead of the game! It wasn't a position he was to keep for long, but the upper hand felt good while he had it.

"Feelin' alright, lovely?" He crawled forth on his belly and hung upside down over Athena. "Glad you could make it on this fine dusk," The young old man grinned.

"Casren you old rogue, you will always to try get me in bed, but doubt ever get as close as that one time in 1967, LSD never again!" she laughed indicating she was being good-natured.

"So, did you ask me here to try and finish your work old rogue, or something more perhaps interesting."

"LSD!" Casren burst into a fit of hoots and hysterics, some of the guards around the perimeter of the square chucking as well.

"That was one hell of a party, wasn't it?" He would swipe at her, but had too much decency. "Finish my work? I think my work here is done!" At this, Casren gestured around towards Verinotte Hollow.

The fountain he was perched on was large and grand, gilded with gold and decorated with draconic gargoyles. Below the fountain was a beautifully cobblestoned square, surrounded in gnarling trees and rose bushes. Hanging from the gnarling trees were candle fire lanterns, some of them jovially grinning back from a pumpkin facade.

To the north was a small canal, running through the town and ending at the fountain, eluding that the fountain extends far deep beyond the square. This road was lined with shops and cherry blossoms, everything seeming mildly dead but so, so alive. The Piata, an open air market, was just beginning to thrive in the north east. Casren hoped to see gypsies selling their exotic wares here soon.

To the west, they were finishing off a large building. It fit the old european ambiance of the town, but was still quite grand despite itself. Shallow stone stairs led up to an intricately fronted building. This was to be Verinotte Hall. Alternatively to the east Lanterna Way stretched towards the completed Tower Alba. That was where the Forces Vankoryth, supernatural military, called their HQ at the moment.

Breathing in the air, smelling whatever french concoction Tauvyr Tavern was cooking, Casren grinned upon Athena.

"How about something interesting?"

"It certainly is impressive, but, when I got the letter you seemed mighty concerned about a family called Lessards and fear of people watching you daily?" sighing she would shrug, "From all this I assume things have changed, well best catch me up. I was hoping we could have yesterday, but well serendipity got a fun way of screwing everyone involved."

Casren looked to the guards, then leaned in close to Athena. Pointing subtly, he whispered in her ear, "Them. They've been watching my every move. My freedom, I miss it."

Straightening, he slid down the back of the gargoyle and rolled onto his feet. The old man still had it in him! Straightening his waist coat, Casren bowed.

"The Lessards, indeed. Somewhat of a rogue family in Wing City, they were once reputable but now," Casren looked off into the distance, sorrow in his eyes.
Smiling, he turned back to Athena.

"The only real threat to us is the lack of a leader in the department of the arms. Surely, with someone respectable in such a position of power, the threats can be quelled and our mission can progress forward," Casren had broken away, striding into the square towards the south, hand on his heart.

"For the night," He looked back to Athena, and grinned.

"You wish for me to lead these people? I am probably slightly out of training Casren, I am flattered truly I am, but surely you must have someone else? Like I am supposing this army and your faithful watch did not come out of nowhere, why can't he lead them? Or am I to figure you would rather a friend handled this? I am unsure what to think, I kept my training concerning my shooting and fighting to impeccable scale in Siberia."

Pausing she would point to herself, her Russian accent showing through, "I am simply wondering Casren can you truly rally them behind me. If so I will take it, but certain things will have to change, for instance I intend to reach out to Mercenary groups and see if I can get their blessing after all, my skills from my time in OSNAZ which now is SPETNAZ I believe we could come to an understanding of sorts, plus I could provide training the likes most of their men not used too."

"I think you'd made a great General of the Forces of Vankoryth," Casren said, extending a hand to seal the deal.

"If you truly believe in me Cas, then I accept." with that she would hold out her hand and shake his, thus sealing the deal and making Athena Ivanova head of the Forces Vankoryth.