Aware that perhaps his presence hadn’t been expected or was perhaps not even welcome, Dirk remained silent as his laird and the other leader spoke. He was close to Arturio but far enough back not to make it seem as though he was there as muscle. Truth be told he was there mostly because he’d sworn his allegiance to the white knight and would not be deterred, but also because he knew this to be the pack where Siren resided. Arturio knew as much and said so, hoping that it would ease any unnecessary tension.
He would remain, of course, until he was dismissed by Arturio and given permission to enter Diveen by Eden, but for now he’d listen and absorb what information he could. If he was to keep his laird safe from this point forward, information would be key. There was a dark and terrible storm brewing and for some reason, that storm seemed to be tracking his laird. Dirk was having none of it. The man had already lost an ear to the Nameless one. He’d not see anything else taken from his laird.
Six years old. My heart is my own. My soul is my own. I pledge my fealty to Diveen.