The unlikeable boyfriend was going to get a bottle of gin and orange bitters. The decision was made quietly in Hadama's thoughts, mostly in the background as he gave his attention to Jack and the man's reactions to the news.
He accepted the Master of Trade's surprise without a change in expression, though there was a little surprise of his own that Torchline's council had not yet been informed. If there was regret it was only a flicker; Hadama prized stability and was in most cases a pragmatic soul. There would be waves enough from the transition and he wished to minimize disruptions to the region as much as possible. The discussion needed to happen sooner rather than later, and Hadama nodded in acceptance of the Captain's desire to remain on the council.
The pointed question did gave the mermanta pause as he turned it around in his thoughts. He hadn't considered doing so before now; a vote by the human populace had seemed the fairest way to insure they had a ruler they would follow. But there was a certain efficient allure to the idea...
"Whoever it is will need Safrin's blessing," he said slowly, testing each word before speaking. "But for how the leader should be chosen..." He trailed off into silence for a long moment, pondering.
But then, he now had a human advisor sitting across from him. He focused his gaze back in Jack, face stoic but a flicker of quiet amusement in his thoughts. "What would you advise?"
He accepted the Master of Trade's surprise without a change in expression, though there was a little surprise of his own that Torchline's council had not yet been informed. If there was regret it was only a flicker; Hadama prized stability and was in most cases a pragmatic soul. There would be waves enough from the transition and he wished to minimize disruptions to the region as much as possible. The discussion needed to happen sooner rather than later, and Hadama nodded in acceptance of the Captain's desire to remain on the council.
The pointed question did gave the mermanta pause as he turned it around in his thoughts. He hadn't considered doing so before now; a vote by the human populace had seemed the fairest way to insure they had a ruler they would follow. But there was a certain efficient allure to the idea...
"Whoever it is will need Safrin's blessing," he said slowly, testing each word before speaking. "But for how the leader should be chosen..." He trailed off into silence for a long moment, pondering.
But then, he now had a human advisor sitting across from him. He focused his gaze back in Jack, face stoic but a flicker of quiet amusement in his thoughts. "What would you advise?"
