Hadrian was moving through the camp, accompanied by his new shadow, Amelia Irving . He found he rather liked having her. They had a similar rhythm; she possessed many of the qualities that her sister did, which had made him and Vesper Delvaux such a pair, both now and in the past. In fact, the similarities between Amelia and Vesper were…well, to say the least, distracting.

No matter. There was work to be done.

Consumed with the task at hand, Hadrian did not take notice of Othello until they were close upon him. It soured the Commander’s mood to see him—he’d had high hopes for the man’s usefulness that had been so quickly dashed—but he supposed it would be interesting to see what had become of him.

“Mister Allemeade,” Hadrian said, nodding his head once at Othello, “It has been some time. I trust you’re…behaving yourself.” He glanced at the guards that accompanied the gifted, taking note of them and offering them a slight, simple smile and a nod. They would be known to the commander, who was well-liked by his troops. He’d worked quite hard to be so. They too were standing at attention, and nodded back at the Commander. One smiled in return, the other maintained a straight face.

Othello was smiling, he refused to let the Commander see him defeated and to maintain his soft smile Othello just pictured beating the Commanders brains with a brick.

"Lord Commander! What a pleasant surprise, good to see those bones outside enjoying the sun sir," Othello exclaimed happily, "As for me, thanks for asking and caring, I'm right as rain sir, never been better actually," he shrugged, "It's hard to rain on my parade to be honest, plus making friends with all these fine folks," he chuckled lightly, "How about you Commander? How have you been?"

Amelia walked by Hadrian's side, her hands behind her back. Her task here was certainly different from being the Lieutenant back in Nevermere, but she quite enjoyed being Hadrian's guard.

When a collared man addressed the Commander, the looked at the individual. Othello Allemeade. They hadn't met, but she knew of him.

Amelia would remain close to Hadrian, but wouldn't partake in the conversation unless she was included, which wasn't necessary. She was just here to be Hadrian's shadow.

Those bones? Hadrian raised a skeptical eyebrow. Othello’s chipper manner did not impress him. Chipper wasn’t what he’d asked for from Cam: it was control. Composure. Decorum. What he saw was a man unable to control his wagging tongue, even if the contents of his speech were no more palatable. No matter. There were things to see to, and Othello Allemeade was not on his list.

“Well enough,” Hadrian said curtly, “If you’ll excuse me, Mister Allemeade—” He motioned to Amelia Irving and would continue on his way unless given a reason to do otherwise.

One day, one day Othello would have his moment to tear this old solver fox to pieces and fuck his skull...one day.

"Before you rush off Lord Commander," Othello would interrupt the Commander weak pansied escape not giving the little witch a second look none of the soldiers concerned him just the old old man before him, "I wanted to apologize for my behavior that day with your ship and all, it was weak of my character to question you and your authority."

Othello HAD NEVER apologized to anyone in his entire life, so this meant something but he doubted the daft stick up his old man would comprehend the magnitude of such an event.

"I am sorry and it wont happen again."

When Othello interrupted his journey once again, Hadrian kept his eye roll an internal one. He turned back to the gifted and watched him with detached disinterest as he apologized. Hadrian did not understand the magnitude of Othello’s offer, for he did not consider the gesture one of any importance. In fact, it was his assumption that the graveling was not genuine, simply an attempt to get into the Commander’s good graces. Hadrian smiled a little, though it appeared more as a grimace than anything else.

“See that it doesn’t.” With that, Hadrian started to turn, before stopping and offering a final comment. “Commit yourself to your duties, soldier. Talk less, instead listen to those around you. Follow their example, and you will not be led astray.” He glanced at each of Othello’s guards before turning to continue on his journey.