Adiran clicked his jaw at that, a dozen words he couldn't rightly say forming in the back of his throat. Biting his tongue for the moment, he lifted silver gaze to the man who had spoken, a dark look burning in platinum hues. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he got the chance, one of the younger looking men burst into short, ruckus laughter.
"Oh I get it! This is Varryas' new walking cadaver!" He chortled. Adiran's head tilted slightly in confusion, a frown pulling at his brows as the rest of the men joined in. The first smiled, though it looked more like a grimace than anything. "Welcome to the barracks, slave."
The urge to sweep his feet from under him was nearly overpowering, but by sheer force of will he remained still. Head held high, he levelled the most disgusted look he could muster at the soldiers. It had little affect, as the big man stepped forwards, grabbing the collar of his rags and forcibly turning him to the side. "Dangerous, eh? What'd you do to get a brand like that? Steal a few cows?" He burst into upproarous laughter at his own joke, shoving the Essryni away roughly.
Adiran stumbled, but regained his footing, turning back to face the apparent Liuetenant with an expressionless look. "If you're finished. I'll be on my way." He said coldly.
