The words ring out far enough to reach James and his current wall of choice. "Chief caster, huh? Sorry wall, parting is such sweet sorrow. Looks like I have work to do now." James finds his way to his new chief warlord Arc and walks up casually. Some might think his attitude was lazy and disrespectful, which he supposed wouldn't be a baseless assumption, but he would never shirk his Duty or Loyalty. He would simply say he worked at a pace that best suited him, which in turn would best suit his side.
"Chief Warlord." James addresses. See, he rationalises to himself, not disrespectful at all. "For lack of any materials I can use on our doorstep, it would seem I need to go and make some. Orders sir?"
With the dawning of each new day, my evil machinations inch me closer to world domination. And also breakfast.