Leon's eyes glide over the whisp of a figure of the young woman in front of him, she must be at least 18 perhaps, if she were only older she'd already be fighting in the war. He doesn't seem at all impressed her, after all, she's a Red, the very fact that he's had to get a Red apprentice is disgusting to him and he can't stand the very idea. But, needs must.

As Leon rises from his elegent chair in the office of The Walking Guard, his blue eyes pierce the young girl. He stands, his black boots heavy against the polished wooden floors, the soft howl of the wind outside is the only sound before he speaks.

"Don't just stand there looking like a pathetic child. Speak your name." He says dryly with a bored tone, not really caring what her name is.