"You're all familiar with the changes that have come over our city lately. Most particularly, the Hounds, and our lack of protection from them - the protection that should have come from a certain House. The wolf has been defanged, it seems." He threw a glare at Jeramie, who stiffened at the barb. Oh, try me. I dare you. Looked at Jessa, whose smug smile told him that he hadn't gone too far. "Fellow citizens - we can't let this go on. They have an army? We need an army."
"She'll destroy us if we do that," Jeramie interrupted.
"I didn't expect you to," Seth retorted. "No. I did a bit of research, and I think Donna can back me up on this. There's an old tradition of having a militia of sorts apart from the Talthar Kithrayna. They called it the Kirayth. What I am proposing is the recreation of the Kirayth." He faced Jeramie full-on. "You won't do your job, Jeramie? Fine. I'll do it for you."
"I am. I'm not asking permission. I am here because it needs to be done, so I'm going to do it. And my request.... well, I'll head this up, but I can't do it alone." He faced the crowd, flinging his ponytail over his shoulder. "I need volunteers. Hell, I don't even know what we're going to end up doing yet, it's going to be something along the lines of police work. We're going to end up clashing with Hounds. It's going to be dangerous. It's not going to be something to do just to impress chicks. And, as of right now at least, you're not even gonna get paid." He paused. "I need some people to stand up for what's right. You wanna do that, come see me. And by the way - the leader of the Kirayth always used a use-name of sorts." He looked back at slow-burning Jeramie. "Call me Fenris."
Many years and the Purges later, Fenris is a man who exists to hold the line and to see justice done.