The aging but massive warrior appeared, all 7 feet plus of him, dressed in his command robes and carrying a batleth in his right hand.
"Mrs. Waverly," he smirked as he put a hand on her shoulder, "welcome aboard. We know full well of the Gallics." He then holds up the large, curved blade he is holding, "My men and I have been training."
He then put the blade against the bar before him and ordered a blood wine.
He turned to Moira, grinned and toasted her, "It is an honor to finally meet your aquaintance." He then downed his drink.