Hauke Brandt was a legend in his own time, known for having tracked and apprehended more than a hundred dangerous or unlicensed witches in his twenty years in the Order. His face and what other skin was visible under his severe uniform bore quite a number of scars, enough that another man might have been called 'grizzled' but on him, they somehow only served to enhance his attractions. Brandt was not married and had never been known to take a lover of any gender or race. Some, who did not know him personally, considered this to be a waste, those who knew him better considered it best for everyone.
When the new High Sentinel turned to him he returned the gaze with his own grey-eyed, bird-of-prey observation.
"High Sentinel." He greeted levelly with enough depth and gravel in his voice to melt, or terrify, the heart depending on why one heard it. "It has been my endeavor to ensure that, however lawless our city became, it did not fall to the dominion of the enemies of our Order. Several unlawful covens attempted to take over neighborhoods or large estates assuming there would be no one left in the Order with the ability to stop them."
The creak from his leather gloves where he rested his hands on the table spoke volumes as to the invalidity of such assumptions. "I can state with certainty that any who made the attempt have been eradicated or have fled."
A tone change at the end of the sentence said that he considered the escape of these witches to be a failure, one which he would accept disciplinary action for if his superiors believed the fault to lay with him.
"Reports on each operation have been provided." A brief nod to the stack of dossiers at Eitan's elbow. "It is my intention to continue to protect the State in this way until you have more specific orders for me and my men."
This was the end of Brandt's verbal report but, once Eitan was able to have his dossier examined he would find an utterly thorough report on each operation and witch involved, as well as all their known acquaintances, magical and otherwise.
When the new High Sentinel turned to him he returned the gaze with his own grey-eyed, bird-of-prey observation.
"High Sentinel." He greeted levelly with enough depth and gravel in his voice to melt, or terrify, the heart depending on why one heard it. "It has been my endeavor to ensure that, however lawless our city became, it did not fall to the dominion of the enemies of our Order. Several unlawful covens attempted to take over neighborhoods or large estates assuming there would be no one left in the Order with the ability to stop them."
The creak from his leather gloves where he rested his hands on the table spoke volumes as to the invalidity of such assumptions. "I can state with certainty that any who made the attempt have been eradicated or have fled."
A tone change at the end of the sentence said that he considered the escape of these witches to be a failure, one which he would accept disciplinary action for if his superiors believed the fault to lay with him.
"Reports on each operation have been provided." A brief nod to the stack of dossiers at Eitan's elbow. "It is my intention to continue to protect the State in this way until you have more specific orders for me and my men."
This was the end of Brandt's verbal report but, once Eitan was able to have his dossier examined he would find an utterly thorough report on each operation and witch involved, as well as all their known acquaintances, magical and otherwise.
