Taranis

Taranis strode over to the dais. He disdained clothes of any purpose other than functionality and was thus casually clad in plain black breeches tucked into leather boots and a blue linen shirt. His hair, thick and dark, teased the collar of his shirt.

He stepped up and laid his sword and scabbard down, and turned to survey the gathered. Grey eyes crinkled in a greeting smile.

He knew all present were able to perform the tasks he had for them this occasion…and sighed. Today was a day of choices. Potentially, it could get heated before calm reigned. They would all step forward to offer hands, minds and lives, and he could select only four. His eyes warmed when he noticed individuals catch his gaze deliberately. At one time or another each had been a teacher to him. Each taught him well, each was a friend. The wheel had turned, however, and today he was the teacher. He thought his ability to lead stemmed from his uniqueness and singularity, for they were multiple units and could argue hard before unanimous decision.