Location: Fort Zeldem
Osferth gave a subtle chuckle. His answer to Cecie's inquiries warranted it, of course, but her reaction was just amusing to his eyes. For someone who lived quite the mundane life before the storm, it would be nothing but words making no sense. Still, there may be those well-versed enough to understand what the Grandmaster had meant - that while he had plans in store for the Stormchasers' journey, he is yet to decide exactly which of them would produce desirable results, due to the evident lack of information with regards to the problem they needed to solve.
Osferth didn't want to reveal the current issue he had, which was the only answer that would most likely satisfy the curiosity the recruits would have had if they already didn't in the first place. Fortunately, Vivienne, a hooved beastfolk, had opted to comply with Cecie's request - rather, demand for introductions from the Stormchasers in the vicinity.
The Grandmaster attentively listened to the words of the beastfolk, keeping mental notes of the matters that she presumably tried to emphasize - which mainly involved her dislike of violence, if he was not mistaken in his assumptions that is.
When Vivienne had finished with her introduction, Osferth followed suit. This introductory process was something that Osferth had planned for a later in the day, but since it had already been initiated, the proper response is to continue until it is finished - besides, it would clear up some time for a different task.
He rose from his seat, as he quickly patted his clothes to remove any possible crumb or dust that may have fallen on him. With a quick scan to see those who were present in the area and those who were not, he began to speak.
"Some of you might already know me by name, and some of you only by title. Regardless, I shall partake in this proceeding, as I expect that all of you will do so as well.", he gave each one of them a short gaze before continuing. "I am Osferth Zylavor. You may address me by my name, but I very much prefer that you call me by the title bestowed upon me - Grandmaster. I would like you to respect this authority granted to me by the Steward herself."
He paused for a second.
"Now as Cecie had said earlier, we have quite a myriad of people here.", he gestured with an open hand, pointing towards Cecie. "Whilst I am, in essence, the leader of the Stormchasers, I implore you to not let our differences stop you from approaching me as you would an ally - whether it be in our rank, race, belief, or otherwise."
He sat back down, taking yet another sip from his glass.
Interaction/s: Vivienne ( AnonyMouse ), Cecie ( what_if ), and the other people in the area