the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin nodded in agreement with Wessex's point; given a choice he would have used the Temple, or created an extension of it, given that it was already the most central location in the Hollowed Grounds... but nitpicking where they chose to talk wasn't productive, and it didn't really matter. Encouraging people not to be shitty, luckily, seemed to be something they all really did agree upon, and Ronin settled back in his seat and nodded at the no discrimination amendment.
"I can understand what she was trying to do as well. I just don't know if she considered the ramifications of changing something so ingrained." He shrugged. Hearing out Wessex's nebulous examples of a 'large gathering' and nodding emphatically in agreement with her, he spread his hands. "I agree - scrap it. Don't worry, Edrei; if you weren't invited it probably wasn't going to be a fun party anyway."
A small injection of humour to lighten the mood, but of course she was still angry with him. It too would pass, he hoped.
Eyebrows raised an eyebrow at being handed the more diplomatic role of the three of them, Ronin scoffing but nodding in reluctant agreement. It probably was for the best. "And what does 'diplomatic shit' entail, exactly? Arranging events? Dealing with the Fae and other outsiders? Adjudicating disagreements?" he asked.
"Besides which, we are three soldiers sitting around a table. Defences should go to one of you, if I'm busy sweet talking the world out of trouble."
"I can understand what she was trying to do as well. I just don't know if she considered the ramifications of changing something so ingrained." He shrugged. Hearing out Wessex's nebulous examples of a 'large gathering' and nodding emphatically in agreement with her, he spread his hands. "I agree - scrap it. Don't worry, Edrei; if you weren't invited it probably wasn't going to be a fun party anyway."
A small injection of humour to lighten the mood, but of course she was still angry with him. It too would pass, he hoped.
Eyebrows raised an eyebrow at being handed the more diplomatic role of the three of them, Ronin scoffing but nodding in reluctant agreement. It probably was for the best. "And what does 'diplomatic shit' entail, exactly? Arranging events? Dealing with the Fae and other outsiders? Adjudicating disagreements?" he asked.
"Besides which, we are three soldiers sitting around a table. Defences should go to one of you, if I'm busy sweet talking the world out of trouble."
