Hadama blinked at the mention of Safrin's tits, then nodded slowly in acknowledgment. The goddess's breasts were quite literally divine, though they weren't the feature he focused on. It seemed unlikely that knowing that Jack was a breast-man would be important someday, but the King filed the information away anyways. One never knew what sort of tidbits would come in handy when the time came for negotiations.
He swirled his own drink thoughtfully before raising his eyes at the snort. He cocked his head in consideration, doing the math. The original governor had 'quit' with the help of a volcanic eruption if he remembered the rumors correctly, but the other three...
It did beg the question about Jack being the common denominator in the loss of leadership, but Dama kept the dry amusement of that thought tucked safely behind his stoic mien. "If you withhold your advice, then what is the point of being on the council?" he asked curiously instead.
He swirled his own drink thoughtfully before raising his eyes at the snort. He cocked his head in consideration, doing the math. The original governor had 'quit' with the help of a volcanic eruption if he remembered the rumors correctly, but the other three...
It did beg the question about Jack being the common denominator in the loss of leadership, but Dama kept the dry amusement of that thought tucked safely behind his stoic mien. "If you withhold your advice, then what is the point of being on the council?" he asked curiously instead.
