Archibald and his bonded were well met in a few moments. By their side strode the Glazier, once a warrior under his command, and her companion bird. With a mere flick of his ear Archibald regarded them, keeping his stoney face and eyes shifting calmly between Midas and his similarly winged partner. She was introduced as Ghost, and the Captain took to memory all that was outwardly presented of her" her image, her eyes, her scent, her name, and her title. Archibald was quite skilled at committing those he met to memory, able to recall their general actions and demeanors and use them to his advantage on the battlefield. Archibald wondered if he and the crimson winged queen were to engage in the dance of a spar if he would be well met. A tiny, inward scoff from Loretta deemed otherwise, her confidence erring on the side of arrogance and underestimation of her opponents. The massive black draft listened as the two leaders before him talked of an alliance, and his tail flicked against his hocks to ward off the flies which began to buzz around in their stagnant state. His dark ears twitched as he mulled the ideas over, but before he could speak to match the diplomats before him, Kaj and Kahlua entered the scene in turn.

Archibald gave them nods, each filled with the respect they deserved, but the way they greeted the warlord made Loretta puff. You deserve more reverence that that. The bitch spat, but Archibald merely sent her calming waves, in an attempt to silence his war beast, for now his mental capacity needed to be focused on this meeting of politics and not his or her pride. Blinking his golden eyes, Archibald spoke simply, "We do not strive to cause chaos through the lands of Helovia, be that known in this moment as a statement of weight, something to be duly considered." Archibald's voice was deep and masculine, a baritone of power, and it gave way to the immense knowledge trapped in his mind. He was more than a mindless beast and strength. Archibald had been a king once, too, and he was damn good at it. He was a graceful speaker, confident in his words as he spoke powerfully, without pause, and without inhibition.

Overwhelmed by Archibald's calming waves of negation, Loretta lowered her body in a sphynx laying position, legs curled beneath her muscled, compact frame with the intention to spring into action sparking like electricity through her paws. Her amber eyes watched the companions of Midas, and she carefully considered how such different creatures--fire and ice (she assumed the smaller bird to possess)--could bond together. Loretta, and Archibald, had never met a creature in the lands of Helovia that possessed the ability to bond to two creatures, but with the growing mysticism of this land, fervent since the day of Archibald's arrival, the pair was not surprised. Nothing, it seemed, was impossible in this realm.