Chains of Command

"The Ascended are banned from the Greatwood still, though I've seen Wessex continue to break that decree," he added with a frown for the fiery luxere that had come through the portal, the night Abasi had died. "And the Fae will attack any Ascended they find in their territory. Beyond that, though... no, they've mostly remained in the confines of the Greatwood and had little interaction with us since." He had been shocked, in truth, that they hadn't done more, but they weren't human and perhaps above his own petty grudges.

He had offered Morgan the opportunity to interrogate him, and he hid a rueful smile as her questions became more pointed. Jigano sipped his cooling cider to soothe his throat and compose his thoughts as he met the Captain's stoic eyes. "A lighter touch than Zariah," he said dryly. "But more engaged with our people as a whole than Wessex was, I'd say. We've divided up duties among the Council to try and balance different needs and views. Deimos oversees the peace of the Grounds and trains all who ask in self defense. I seek to help new Outlanders settle in and present their concerns and ideas to the rest of the Council, while Sam does the same for the Naturals with their own needs. We have a Healer to oversee the health of our people and defend against something like the Blight returning," or did, before timey wimey "and a Natural woman known for her piety and service to the Old Gods to advise and guide our decisions as well." It was a delicate way of putting Amalia's balancing position to Rexanna's Ascended nature, for those who were uncomfortable approaching the Ascended on the Council.

"How does Neron's cabinet work here?"