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After the fiasco caused by the Chaldean's Aetheryn, it was almost a relief to slip into tried and true roles. After the creatures departure with his ring, a regrettable loss, he had a duty to perform. The ring wasn't something he had to worry about. Yes, it marked him as the Heir of Calmcacil, but it was to be delivered into the hands of the Chaldean, a bewitching women whom Aneirin had come to trust. He knew it would be safe, and would eventually be returned to him. As such, he was perfectly able to leave the rakish Nye behind, so fondly called Lord Popinjay by his servants now, and take on the role of Clamcacil's heir. Not even Gaurdsman Aneirin was to be seen.
Gone was the purple and silver of Dubhghail, and in its place was the black and red of the military Vassal House in the Western Realm. Leathers dyed to perfect pitch black, light mail patina'd until it shown red. His helm was simple, but flashy red, protecting him from stray arrows from above. And strapped to his person were his twin swords at his back, a dirk to his hip, and a dagger in each boot. All he would need to be certain he was never without a blade, even if picking up from among the fallen would be an aid as well.
The arrival of Neirin Calmcacil was marked, as the man was an imposing sight in his black and red cavalry armor, his sword and bow strapped to his trusted steed. And looking at his father was like looking into his own eyes, for the purpose and the fire that burned within. Aneirin was many things, but he was also a fighter. He was raised for war, and the excitement of the fight was something he inherited from his father.
It was decided that Lord Neirin would stay with Lady Avalynn. He would be a watchful presence over the girl he had watched grow right along side his own son. He was quite proud of the lady she had grown into, and would see to it this battle would not bring an end to her.
Aneirin was not to be left in safety, however. Armed and armored, he joined the Infantry, leading in his own right. The clash of bodies and steal as the fight began was exhilarating to him, and he changed even more. He went from Lord Aneirin, to a leader upon the floor of carnage. Working in accordance with those around him, guiding them. He fought and saw at the same time. His strongest point had always been leading men among the chaos. He was certainly not built to stand back, safe, bellowing out orders.