He listened rather intently, trying to find out what was held for him in these two prospective lands. Had they had what he wanted? Was there anything to be gained from it in return? Most of all where would that put him exactly in the wheel of politics, power, and authority?
He adjusted his weight,allowing his limbs to rest in intervals as he collected responses to his answer. Both combat divisions were recruiting, and he could likely advance in either. Each time this was mentioned he gave the informer a nod in understanding, of course he would have to earn the rank. That was to be expected, and was even welcomed in his opinion. Nothing ever given was anything to be boasting about, and if Killdare couldn't have some sort of bragging rights ..what good was it really anyways?
He determined hard work would be ahead of him either way he went, but this wasn't a deterrent. Both would require him to preform, and that he would do he decided. He would begin his training promptly, and thus forge his path up in result of that. There was no better way, there was only one way, and actions spoke louder than words after all. Lucky for him really, because he had thus far not been the most articulate young man. He preferred to simply prove his worth, to show others what he was made of. He was more of a "show" than a "tell" and so far it had worked out for him in life. " I thank you both for such fine opportunities," he began. "Both offers are surely, more than one could hope to receive upon arrival. I have chosen to cast my lot with the Chamber." There, there it was. He had made a decision, one he hoped he would not come to regret. He dipped his head to Straia, his first of many displays of respect he was sure.