Vigil glanced back at her request, already well aware of its coming, and willing to admit there was no reason to deny her. It would have been the safest place, and it helped him because it meant he wouldnt have to head out and just stalk her all the time. He knew regardless of the selection ,it was him who would have had to keep an eye on her. Mostly to ensure if he intended to chop someone, she could be nullified by another warrior. "Very well Lady Kylier, your request will be accepted." He informed her, meandering toward the left-most side of the room. "This side....is mine...as the emptiness in the other, and the assortment of items here might have implied."

His side of the room was indeed, clean. Recently polished swords, varying from rapier to katana set on racks upon the wall, next to the series of racks was a desk, papers scattered about it, a quill down atop, and a comfortable chair infront of it. The last, was a large case, with a glass door. In the case were multiple sets of armor, each varying in the level of how ornate it was, and how efficient in combat it would be. Set off to the side of them all were various cloaks and capes danging down away from the armor. Obviously, the sets and the capes would all be determined by situations. The gold and red, incredibly expensive looking full-suit would be an armor meant for formal events with the other royalty. The blue and silver armor was built for 'class' sessions with his general, as Ruhaziel's 'team' colors were blue and silver. A simple, more efficient style of red and gold was setup for combat, and what he wore now, black and silver looked to be his personal preference for when he was not busy.

Glancing back at her, Vigil folded his arms over his chest. "I'll be honest with you now, given the orders...you're only privacy is in that room." He told her, gesturing toward the bathroom. "

The general, looking to stand atleast seven foot tall in his massive bulk of cerulean armor watched the woman through the pitch shade of his helm, with seemingly aglow eyes of amber. Once she had finished speaking, the General heaved something of a sigh and moved slowly to his feet...revealing now that his full height may have...erm...been underestimated actually. He looked more monster than human, and the reflective plating of his armor gave him an almost ethereal look. "You are correct, we cannot bring these issues to discussion until the meeting is held. And, to address your request for quartering while you are here...There would honestly be only two available spaces. Our barracks would have room for you, but I could assure you that....its not a safe place for a woman of your features Lady Kylier. We try to bring them up as chaste, pure of heart, and honorable as possible....but, unfortunately, I cannot say that all of my men at such a level can be trusted." Turning slowly, the general looked out the window behind him at the city, giving it a good look over as he spoke, and incidentally giving them a view of his back...the ornate cape which set behind him of deep, rich reds with golden desgisn along it. And strapped atop the cape sat a more important feature, his weapon. The sword was massive, not entirely detailed but incredible sharp, and seemingly impossible to wield by any normal man.

"The other choice, Im sure would be require my Lieutenants permission to actually permit. You see, my original First Lieutenant passed in a skirmish with the barbarians to the east of our country. The two are required to share a room so the Second may learn from the First. Since Ardens passing, Vigil has become my first Lieutenant, and we have yet to find one suitable of taking the new position....so the room is presently available for one more person. I would prefer this be accepted though, because I would rather my men not get slaughtered following their doing something incredibly asinine...."

"The two of you may leave now. You have your choices, which you take is of no concern to me, and Vigil. If she is to take the latter, you're to watch her. Forgive me Lady Kylier, but I do not place faith outside of my own people, and as you are not, you cannot be trusted for the time being and must be under constant surveilance....Good day."

With that having been done, and the general not about to hear any rhetort from the woman, Vigil would have to lead Kylier out and wait for her decision. Depending on which, he would then be forced to lead her to the designated area.

((Sorry it took so long, I struggled with just how I wanted to do this))

"As you wish...." Vigil tossed back to her, aware that she didn't technically have much choice. Lofting a hand, the young man gave the group of soldiers around him a dismissive way, sending them all off on their way and essentially giving a bit more room for the female soldier to pass through. Not so much for her protection as level of comfort, not that she would have to worry much as she could have probably cleaved through the majority before reaching him if they intended to engage her so underhandedly.

Luckily, they had no such intentions. As the other soldiers left the scene, Vigil proceeded to lead her over along the sidewalk while carriages and people on horses passed by. They would be nearing the central square of the city soon, so the variety in carriages would go from cheapest to incredibly outlandish. That was how the city worked atleast, the central point was the focal point of business, and laws making it the hustle and bustle of the entire city. There wouldnt be an hour in the day or the night that people werent off and around this region of the city.

Pushing over toward the center square itself, Vigil kept his movements simple, and slow enough that his present companion wouldnt find herself mixed up in the crowd and lost. Once they had arrived on the square, she would notice the wide road leading toward a massive structure in the center. The structure itself had arches formed all along its cylindrical body-much like the 'roman' colliseum-each arch bearing a statue inside which represented the emperor's of the past. Each statue was unique by a position, a substance used, and the techniques and effort placed into the crafting of the statue, giving the building a great deal of variation.

At the end of the road, they would reach a massive set of doors, and she would realize how few the people moving back and forth were along this section. That was likely due to the fact this place was not usually accessed by anyone outside of nobility as it was the working place of them, and the residence of the Emperor himself. After Vigil set his hand on a pattern of symbols on the door, sparks of energy cackled along the door, and it simply vanished.

Waving her to follow, Vigil stepped inside and meandered his way through the incredibly elegant inside of the building. With her trailing shortly behind, he led her toward circle setup between a very lengthy spiral staircase. "It won't be much farther..." He informed her, his hand glowing and the circle beneath them shifting and shaking. Shortly afterward, it started to rise.

Once they had reached a fairly high level, Vigil would lead her off the glyphed platform toward a large hallway, lined with massive paintings of the past men to hold the position Ruhaziel did. The building was cylindrical for a reason, and that was that everyone was positioned on the same level according to their rank...so there were various other halls along this floor. Carrying on, they would soon reach another door. Knocking on the door, Vigil waited patiently for a 'Come in' from his superior.

Pushing open the door, Vigil stepped sliding onto his knee immediately. "General Ruhaziel, allow me to present Lieutenant Kylier Vanguard of The Locrian Military. I would proceed to explain her reasons for being here, but I merely led and brought her to request quartering for what will be a lengthy stay. I think she would rather explain herself." Rising from his knee, Vigil turned and moved to the side, giving her access to speak with the large, heavily armored man.

Repetition. What other term may be used to describe the day-to-day happenings of Expel? The city, no...the country was one best described as a Socratic Empire. Freedom existed only in youth, when the young were given the 'freedom' of showing their potential in specific fields. This was done by forcing all children to attend a school, where they could all be educated on basics, and observed so that weeds may be removed, and those of use taken to where they could best grow and expand.

Those who showed potential in combat, or fields of knowledge would then be sent into more schooling. As they grew older, these selected people would be 'experts' in what they would spend their entire life doing. Unlike the citizen armies of other nations, Expel's was professional. The soldiers of their city were all akin to dogs. Timid, and caring toward their people, but leery toward those they didnt know, and vicious to those who registered as enemies in their mind. Atleast, this was the personality the empire tried to push onto their soldiers. There was no way of knowing just what they thought, and this was why there would occassionally be a revolt, or a group of soldiers who break away with their general to take up a life as brigands, and bandits. The problem was inevitable really, especially when the Emperor's focus was always on the philosophies, partying, and playing figure-head among the country and its intellectuals. He gave many of the other countrymen reason to follow, but the soldiers were given little reason to want to die for him....and not being permitted to marry-as an EXPERT husband would not have his life on the line-the soldiers all grew with their respect and admiration toward their commanding officers.

Vigil Sevranus, was no exception to that idea. He was the second in command of Ruhaziel Augustus, one of the greatest Generals in thier Empire. Being his second in command, Vigil was little more than his errand boy, his voice when the General was either busy, or just didnt give a crap. Unfortunately for Miss Vanguard, the young soldier was before her because of the latter.

The boy's left eye twitched a moment when he heard the word 'little' being applied to the small group....more in part because he was among them. Shrugging the unintended blow off, Vigil folded his arms over his chest and cleared his throat before speaking. "No, we are not here to show immediate acceptance. Our generals do not meet to discuss matters of this sort until the first of every month" He gestured toward a large dome-shaped structure in the distance, implying it was the area of assembly for such things. "And even then, it must go through Emperor Ignis before a decision is made. If you intend to stay until the request has been accepted or denied...then you're in for something of a prolonged stay. If that be the case, it would be in your best interest to allow me to present you before General Ruhaziel to see you quartered, and given some means of care during your stay."