After Aeizith had embraced his little sister once more for a little bit, Kaida pulled away, a look on her face as if she had just remembered something important. With a snap of her fingers, his crew, his group of assassains in their signature black chain/leather armor began piling out from the surrounding foliage, their faces hidden behind a hood and... crow-like plate masks, or at least, all but one... Aeizith's 2nd in command to his assassins stepped up as Kaida was explaining why she had brought them, a woman a little taller than the dragon himself with long dark hair, irises as black as the night itself, but one could tell she was the kind enough sort. She looked to be about 23 or 24, a long, jagged obsidian straight sword strapped to her right hip, a smooth, silver curved blade on her left. In addition, on her back she carried a bow-and arrows and at least two daggers on her at all times. One could also note, her armor was much heavier than the rest, with plate shoulder-guards and a chain vest over her typical leather, along with steel leg-guards, boots and gauntlets and yet she moves as gracefully and quietly as any of the of her subordinates. There certainly was a reason she was his second... She was quiet, efficient, and had a life outside of her work. She, much like Jaela in that regard, was mainly all business when she was carrying out her orders, and other times, much like the rest of his crew, was as close to him as his own family.
"Aeizith's Assassins reporting as ordered, ma'am." The woman spoke, bowing her head in the assassin's typical sign of respect. She then turned her gaze over to her master, crouched and still holding onto Silver, her expression a mix of both relief, and.... disapproval perhaps.
"Wh... Kaida..." Was all Aeizith could manage, completely taken off guard by the presence of his soldiers, but perhaps even moreso what they called themselves. Up until now, they were firmly the "Black-Hearth" assassins... What had happened back at the citadel...? Aeizith's attention was drawn back to the little half-elven girl in his arms as she slowly managed to speak, stating that she had told him so, her lips slowly creeping into that of a smile. Aeizith only chuckled and pressed his forehead to hers, hugging his little Silver a bit tighter.
"Y-yeah... you did..." Aeizith smiled, before looking back up at his crew. Without him even needing to say a word or give a command, the lead assassin gestured towards them, two more of Aeizith's men taking Silver from him, each one wrapping an arm around their necks to help her stand easier.
"Thanks, T'salva." The dragon smiled, the dark-haired assassin only nodded.
"It is my purpose to serve you, my lord." It was something they insisted on calling him... "Lord, Lord Aeizith, My lord..." all those things that a being like him SHOULD have but never wanted. The little, not-so-lonely ice dragon looked around at his group of killers, his killers, and smiled his widest... They were all here... each and every one of them... He could see their eyes through their crow-masks, eagerly waiting for any orders he might give.
"F-first thing's f-first... K-kaida... r-remember my t-tree house...? W-we'll need to expand on that I t-think... Make a N-NEW house... MEN!" Aeizith called out, each one stepping out of the brush they stood in, standing to attention out in the open. "I require y-your help o-one last time... B-Black h-hearth Citadel is n-now longer ours. W-we shall b-build a NEW home, for my s-sister, my c-companion and I. O-Once this is d-done, y-you need n-not serve m-me or m-my family again... Y-you may leave s-service if y-you so desire." He looked about into the eyes of each and every one of his assassins, checking for doubt or even approval with these orders. He would actually find none... not one actually wanted to leave... Aeizith was shocked, but pleasantly so... Maybe... maybe today wasn't so bad after-all...
"Lets go! M-Move out!"