"Helpful to us?" The leaner elf says with surprise and then glances at Feaehhao. 'You haven't told him, then?"A pause and then he mutters, 'Smart."
The larger elf seems less pleased and says, "Not, not smart. In fact, this idea is so illogical, I'm going to suggest you don't even present it unless you wish to earn a formal reprimand. Give it up Sergeant, and withdraw. Now." The armored elf actually takes a step forward, looming like an old tree over Feaehhao , but she doesn't back down.
Instead she gave a curious gesture, tapping two wrists together, in front of her. An elven salute, Johan surmised. This done, she assumed a parade ground rest and said, loudly, "Due to a lack of clear command structure and the imminent risk of enemy action, I propose we place this human in temporary charge of this garrison."
A long, brittle silence greets this only broken by the rising chorus of bird song. Temporary command? The bloodrager had thought the elves were desperate to be raiding the cells for soldiers, but to look to him for leadership? What was going on?
"It's not entirely without merit,"[b] Miocvus says, the lean elf looking pensive for the first time. [b]'It would certainly solve the problem."
"Nonsense." Krehess snaps. 'Proposal denied." He adds flatly, waving a hand toward Johan dismissively.
"You don't have the authoirty to say that.' His comrade states mildly, 'Which is the whole problem. if not this human, who then? Will you accept orders from me?"
Krehess doesn't even turn, merely laughs, "From a Welcomer? Never."
'And I sure as all the Hells am not taking orders from a Imvrildarai. So where does that leave us?" Micvus says, anger finally seeping into his cultured voice. "Sit here and bicker about squabbles until they come?"
More silence, but then Krehess whirls, "A random human in charge, can you hear yourself? I knew your sect was soft, but not brain damaged. Watch."
The imposing elf turns on Johan, face still shrouded by his wasp helm. 'You, human." he gestures toward Johan, "Hit me."
"You are wearing a mail coat, Krehess," Micovus says , 'Hardly a fair test, not to mention you have nearly a foot on him."
Krehess shrugs, adopting a very lazy fighting stance, obviously more out of practice then any real concern. "Our opponents might be wearing army and how knows how tall the are. How can we expect anyone to follow someone who can't even fight."
He waves his hands at Johan, 'Go ahead, hit me!"