As Zephyrion bowed his head slightly, his eyes flickered.
'This is good.'
He had been wary because Warren was an unknown variable, but Garrick was different. The man was far more straightforward.
After yesterday's assessment, even with the revelation of his mark, the fact that Garrick had been reassigned here instead of remaining with the Steel division could only mean that he had received the man's approval.
'I won't have to worry about foul play.'
Garrick was known across the South for his temperament. He was strict to a fault, brutally honest, and above all, fair.
A man who valued strength above politics. There were even stories of him clashing directly with the head of the house because he refused an order.
Though it had ended with him being beaten to a pulp, he still hadn't caved.
Zephyrion was sure of it; none of the South's politics would reach this training ground.
"Alright, that's enough. Raise your heads before your necks give out."
