Rian usually didn’t linger on his own anymore. Having rather other duties to fulfill, he usually found at least two others in his company whether they were giving him updates or he was giving them commands. His latest meeting was about the burned parts of coheed. It might have been months since it happened, but it wasn’t like everything got to be replaced over night. But they were damn close.

He noticed a soldier running on her own, seemingly unaware of what was going on around her as she stared out over the view. He paused a long moment, before dismissing the others and daring to approach her. “Usually you all run in packs. Or at least pairs.” He said as a greeting stepping up to stand beside her with a few feet in between them.

Rian always was amused by some of the thoughts of Nevermeran’s. His head tilted slightly, though he let his eyes carry back to the setting sun before them. Only watching her from the corners of his eyes. “Or you leave the slowest behind, to encourage them to pick up the face and learn how to be faster. Why should the strongest suffer because of the weak?” He asked, thinking of his own past. Rian… without the enhancements growing up… Rian the small (he had been at one point but no longer was). He found a way to come out on top.

Forcing themselves to stay together, to protect the weak. A small huff of a breath left him, crossing his arms over his chest. “And they must think you are quite defiant for a soldier then. To question them for their ways. It’s why you won’t move up.” He shot her a look. “Places like Nevermere… they want those who listen. Follow the path of obedience to a tee.”

Brows pinched, he found himself chuckling out of being bewildered. “Wait, your senior officers don’t like you training so much?” What a backwards way for things to be. Slow down to have your weakest succeed yet hold back their strongest. Then tell them not to train too much…

“Nevermere does things quite backwards. And they say we are the savages and do things wrong.” He pushed his hands into his pockets. “Have you thought about training with the women of Coheed? They don’t hold back now that they are learning to be more confident.”

Rian perked up when she mentioned that she had trained with one of the women. Though the only physical sign he did, was the way he turned towards her. “Well, stop by any time. They could use a more trained female to show them the ropes. We couldn’t keep the Cambrians forever here.” Though they had done a ton to get the women where they were.

“But a social life isn’t a bad thing either,” he mentioned. “I’m sure some of the men would be open to having a new female around as well.”

Such an interesting female. He wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. Men tended to be focused on military and training and combat. Not women. He found it… odd. She rubbed at her head as she spoke, saying things he could have guessed at this point in the conversation.

“Well, if that’s true, it makes sense why you got sent here.” He glanced back behind him at Coheed. “I hope you only prove to be an asset to Coheed. Make the best of your time here.”

Rian had wished her well and expected that to be it, he even shifted as if to leave her to her run that she preferred alone and possibly her thoughts too. But her laugh made him rock back on his heels, pausing at her side, half turned towards where they had both come from. A scoff of a laugh left him at her words, “Fun is easy. Open a bottle, open your bed, fun finds you.” He said it blatantly. He had learned Nevermeran women were… different than those of Coheed.

She introduced herself, extending a hand and Rian stared at it between them for a moment. He didn’t take it. Only men shook hands here. “Rian Cyrilson. Chieftain of Coheed.” Becuase governor didn’t taste good on his tongue. He’d always prefer chieftain.