[What manner of man would he be not to offer this organization of sorts his blessing?
Loose-limbed and with a lazy, thin-lipped smile, Isaac passes through without signing his name on his own or with persuasion and circles the food-laden tables unhurriedly, drinking in the sights, smells, and sounds of what obviously has taken time and effort to arrange. He touches no drinks but does sample a small piece of cheese before turning his gaze towards the training ground with mild interest.
And though no one walks by his side, he's not alone. He never is, nor has he come unarmed. It does not suit a Forgemaster to step among a gathering of humans unprepared for any eventuality. Still, despite - and perhaps on account of - where he is, the erstwhile general does offer a smile to anyone who may cast a glance his way, hardly shy about maintaining eye-contact longer than may be deemed polite in some cases.]
Isaac
Loose-limbed and with a lazy, thin-lipped smile, Isaac passes through without signing his name on his own or with persuasion and circles the food-laden tables unhurriedly, drinking in the sights, smells, and sounds of what obviously has taken time and effort to arrange. He touches no drinks but does sample a small piece of cheese before turning his gaze towards the training ground with mild interest.
And though no one walks by his side, he's not alone. He never is, nor has he come unarmed. It does not suit a Forgemaster to step among a gathering of humans unprepared for any eventuality. Still, despite - and perhaps on account of - where he is, the erstwhile general does offer a smile to anyone who may cast a glance his way, hardly shy about maintaining eye-contact longer than may be deemed polite in some cases.]