"I am sorry but we are not teachers, we are defenders of a vast Empire. If your interest in the Amarr is sincere, of which I am doubtful since you seem to have no interest in reading even a handful of articles, then I apologize. Perhaps if Matari terrorists weren't making threats and you didn't arrive covered in tribal regalia I'd have let you stay in the lobby. However with your introduction the only advice I can offer is that you visit a priest."

*Shifts his attention to the new arrivals and makes a manipulation on his pad. The stasis field fluctuates and morphs around the soldier and his retinue, but keeps Griefer out.*

"Hail, templar. I am the current ranking officer here. Please come in, what brings you to the Praetoria?"

He bows slightly and takes his datapad back before he puts his it back into one of his many pockets.

"That would be very helpful, thank you very much, I've been jumping room to room attempting to figure all of this out. The compound is just so large I hardly know which way I am going."

Galm flashes a false, but convincing smile.

Good, I got my foot in the door.

He'd been tracking down whispers of the two Minmatar children in the Summit since he first heard of the aging Templar in a nearby forum. His original intent seemed simple enough: intercept the Templar, make an offer, kill him if he refuses. Of course, that was before he knew that there were two of them under one roof. For all he knew, there could be even more. It was an unsettling business.

Anything to make things right, he thought to himself.

He looks over at the two children, then back to Maikyl.

"Legion? Oh, no. I am not with the Legion, this was my father's jacket. He had a bit of a tradition of keeping every combat patch he served under. I try to keep up the tradition to honor his spirit. Now if you will excuse me."

He flips his coin over to Malkyl.

"Take that as a token of my appreciation for your time."

Fae redirects his attention to ReGnYuM's two children. He gives both a cold and clinical look before turning back to the Templar. Immediatly his mind went back to his Nova Knife.

Oh please spirits, don't let it come to that.

"Excuse me, sir. I see you're attempting to deal business with your two servents. Are you... selling?"

Anything to make things right.