[i]JT looked about at the people and buildings. He recognized too many faces and landmarks in the city, disheveled by warfare and strife from recent events in the village. It was a sickening sight, but he knew these people - the Trayvens, or whoever the -blam!- they were, JT didn't know them yet - were actually helping. He approached the gates of the garrison and opened them, walking in with a stride that emanated raw power and strength, pride lifting his right hand and displaying the note clearly for all that would look at him. He wasn't one to not make a powerful impression, certainly. [/i]