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The Orc nodded his head as the Nord handed her the reigns of her horse at all he was no push-over, but for an Orc he had a sense of extreme kindness and gentlemanhood, off the battle-field atleast. He sauntered over, guiding both horses easily to the stable with another song, this time it was a Nordic War-Song about an Imperial 'Witch' from the Civil War. Almost as if a hint to the Nord woman who the Guildmaster was.

Lyra soon gave a gentle shooing gesture to the Wood-Elf as she noticed the two more recruits walked in. One was a Redguard, her dark skin tone, shaded hari, and golden hued eyes were dead give-away's she was hailed from the deserts of Hammerfell. The other was a Daughter of Skyrim, true and true. Platinum Blonde hair, Muscled but smooth arms, small scars here and there and more so, the armor. Kind of reminded her of one of her former leader's, Legate Rikke, who was now in fact General Rikke and head of Skyrim's Imperial Garrison and still her boss. But that was beside the point. She had to make sure this Nord knew she was not your average pencil-pushing Imperial. Or atleast she though she did. With these two she stood and held her hand out in a gesture, a firm, bold and confident display from Imperial to Nord, little did she know the Redguard was blind.

"Welcome to you ladies, what I may I do for you? Here to join?" The Imperial asked soon after and gave a nod, toward the Redguard's politeness. Honestly surprised, her expectations of their kind. (And most of the Man races in general.) Had dropped in the past few years due to war, schism, and political roundabouts. But he face sneered lightly as the Nord's bored expression though she quickly tried to fix that, hoping to not anger her in anyway. "I am Lyra Victus. Former Imperial Centurion and now head of the Watcher's Guild and Order here in Skyrim." Her voice was calm at best, with another subtle edge to it though, speaking on many levels at once had been a vocation of hers since schooling. The ability to convey multiple messages in one sentence was a talent she needed as a politician, and it had served her well in multiple occasions. The signals she was sending now were clear though, she was both trying to give off a welcoming aura and one of if-you-muck-with-me- you'll-regret-it. It was indeed, meant for both ladies, Redguards as a race were headstrong, and she assumed this one was the same without even knowing her personally, another clear indication of her minor intolerance for other races of man.