Felix Caelus

"Chorrol has roast boar, Hammerfell style," Terentius claims. "And a town where the sun shines more than once a year." He looks at the grins around him and sees they're not entirely buying his tale. The lot of them get a snort before he slugs his drink. "You wouldn't be smirking so much if your dinner tonight only tasted of salt."

Felix leans a little against Jim as he speaks again, shrugging. "They can't complain too much that someone's keeping me out of trouble."

"He's making you practically respectable," Stratos agrees dryly. "Not that Felix would have many opportunities to return in any case - I've been keeping him rather preoccupied myself."

"Ah, yes!" Nereus's tone is all approval. "Learning to live up to his new uniform. I can't tell you how proud I was when I heard you'd taken the oath, Felix."

"Ah-" Now Felix looks embarrassed, shooting a glance at Stratos. In the language of brothers, this one says 'why in Oblivion are you doing this to me?' "Thank you, Father. It may take some getting used to, but I'm proud to wear it."