Hold My Hand Through the Night

Atlas was making a special type of house call, he had sent missive to a particular tribe within the lands of Vastime for help. He required to see a healer of sorts, of a woman who was regarded among their clan. Minor nobles in their own right, who had a seat in the cortes but provided a unique service to the kingdom. Magic. Or something at least close to it. With the missing of his arm he needed to restore it, and perhaps they would have the answer.

So with that he excited out the car closing the door behind him, gazing at the village with a brief look of interest. He'd run a gloved hand down his uniform fixing any wrinkles, before redoubling his gaze back on the village, prepared to be greet or seek out the girl 'Arjana' as she was so called.

"It is quite fine, Ms.Nzama. I am the one intruding upon you, but I accept nonetheless."

The man would comment folding his arm diagonally on his chest, giving his own bow towards her in acceptance. Such was the traditions imparted upon him in Vastime, something he was happy to see this little town had grown to accept. There was always reports of other tribes having trouble adjusting, but as the years ticked on there had been something of a unique acceptance. He dared say this woman's tribe was one of the best to adjust so far.

With that being done he'd lean upwards standing at his full height. He was a mere six feet, four inches tall but still impressive none the less. His presence seemed to command a natural authority, and the hidden scars on his once pristine body told that. The electric blue eye, artificial in nature, and the normal brown one show'd his body wasn't purely organic. He was a man of means, who would not let disability define him.

"I must be blunt in this, but I require someone of unique talents. The war has taken from me much, and if I am to serve Vastime in my full capacity I require your aide." The man would lift a gloved hand to his bicep, gripping the remnants of his left arm. As he stared at her, the cold persona of Atlas lifted briefly. The fiery aura of the Warhound of Vastime took it's place, gazing upon her with the utmost belief and conviction.

"I require you to restore my arm, through whatever means needed. If you was to do this, I would owe you a great debt."

Yes, the Duke of Bellum and the highest ranked official par the royalty was asking for a favor.

"Give me the means to serve my nation, once more."

"Yes, I could perhaps get a robotic one. But I find myself already limited with my mechanical eye. If I wish to train my body, genuinely, I shall need flesh and bone."

The man would inform her, a mechanical one would provide unique benefits but they could only grow so strong. If there was one thing Atlas was certain of it was the ability of human growth. If he sought to be the stalwart hound of Vastime he would need to regain power he once had. He would need to go the extra distance, and perhaps in doing so restore some of his die hard attitude.

But he'd follow her his eyes taking in the quaint sight of the village. It was a nice change of pace from that of the capital city. He'd made some small talk .

"I must admit, much quieter than the capital city."

"As long as it takes. I am a patient man. I have faced many obstacles prepared to hold a position until the ending of the world if required. While I hope there will not be a need to wait that long, you have me as long as you need."

A small smile came onto his lips, it was a mere joke but it show'd his conviction in this matter. If he had to remain within this village for days or weeks he would do so. It was a small price to pay in the event he could retrieve his arm once more. With a breath he'd look around taking in the sights once more.

"If I am to remain here, I will do whatever work you require of me. I do not like being idle."

Atlas wanted to say for them to begin now, but something stopped him. As if he was missing a chance at something if he said for them to begin now. He did say he had the time to expend. So he'd simply chuckle, focusing his gaze upon her.

"What would leisure entail here? I must admit, I am a bit ignorant of the culture of your tribe. If I am to be taken and fully consumed by this endeavor, I think it could I immerse myself in the people, no?"