Plamen

"This is Plamen." Cináed motioned to Plamen who greeted you with a tired expression, "And his brother Panu." Who also gave a nod. "You'll be under house arrest General, and they will be your warden's under 'offical channels', unofficially they are guards to protect you, while also showing you around, it will be hard to speak of our nation in a sympathetic light if you can't see it. Plamen will protect you in the day. Panu at night. Remember to play the part of prisoner when needed General." While giving you a sly smile, "Also...forgive their eccentricities, they have more free time then most." The eccentricities that Cináed referenced were displayed shortly within a week of your 'house arrest', Plamen was a chronic napper, and yet has trained himself to wake up immediately at the lightest footfalls. Its been a week, I'm still not sure about this...'General.' Plamen thought as their eyes were drifting closed again in the afternoon sun, under the cooled foundation made from the lava's flow. The plan itself was flawed because it was based on emotions, In war all emotions other than fury are discarded. We need the help, but can others really see us as deserving of help after centuries of bloodshed? The curse made it so even a pacifist would be lured into the bloodshed of battle, it seems impossible to ask for allies when we're like this, but he believed in Cináed, even his wildest ideas gave good results. Hearing footsteps awoke him from his near sleeping state, as he sat up he saw you, and relaxed. "Afternoon, General...though I guess you were waiting for me to wake up?" Giving a sheepish grin with a fang poking out "...I can continue talking about our culture, but...I can only really talk about...well I guess what to do, places to visit, places to eat, how to haggle, my brother is better with the history stuff, so I'm probably better at...I guess being a tour guide? Though you have to disguise yourself...not that your 'capture' has been announced, either way."