"Send them here, then."
Interrupting him with something that *was* a full-on recruitment, at least for young talent, Qatrand gil Yecine stared at him with calm but extremely sure pigeon-blues. Eyes that on someone else, or against someone else, might be piercing… but to most were merely enveloping. Like they tried to shield and protect you by taking you into their depths.
"The Clearer Skies Society isn't martial focused, but their leader is Yatrel er Goltbred. Do you think she intends to let her people remain unprotected?"
"Well, no, but… what are you implying?"
"They will have their own fighting force. They don't intend to *rely* on other Guilds as they take on missions which others already considered costly - or beneath them. Your nephews would be training to guard healers, performers, and builders. With the Bloody Duelist herself as a primary teacher. And with a number of other brilliant fighters like Aleck to correct mistakes."
