XANDER
Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!
Whatever Iris may think of him shouldn't bother him, she didn't know the first thing about him, therefore she was the last person he would listen to.
He glanced at his side as Tint fell in step beside him, she said nothing as they both walked into Thane's study where his head staff was waiting for him. He left her behind to make himself comfortable behind the desk, a thrill going through him at the knowledge that he was sitting where the arrogant bastard once sat and now everything he owns belongs to him.
In the favour of focusing on the matter at hand, he pushed down the feeling to direct his prime focus on his war chief.
"Dorothy, I want an architect brought in to outline valleymoon, I don't trust Thane's map of this place." As he signed, Tint translated his words because most of them were still not fluent enough in sign language.
