The Fires of Familial Fervor

Ryven, in the wake of Baillieu's death, had surprised the Sisters by adopting a surname. Crennelle was far too Gallentean, so, he had Caldaricized it to Krennel. The now 16 year old Ryven Krennel waited for this unknown visitor to arrive, Leaning motionless against a cold metal bulkhead in a small conference room adorned with a large table and 8 modestly comfortable high back executive chairs. Ryven didn't have to wait long.
Titus stepped through the door, a cloud of bluish pipe smoke billowing in front of him. He was not exceptionally tall, but his dark cobalt pants, black tunic, and full-length cobalt coat, adorned with a Caldari Captain's rank insignia, created a very formidable image. To any observer, a family resemblance was apparent. Ryven analysed this man, and was unmoved.
"So, you're Kalus and Seelah's little welp?" Titus grinned. "I gotta admit, I never would've thought my asshole brother had it in him."
Ryven raised an eyebrow but betrayed no emotion. Titus liked this young man already.
"I am Titus Haijikioten. I am your uncle on your father's side."