[Roland Moonstar]

An odd look came into Roland's eye, as of a man who need to yank off his glasses and run to the nearest phonebooth or of a dog that smells trouble on the wind and has to go off and bark at it. Sitandria would have seen that look before: ever since Roland and Odyleon had made sure that all Marshalls learn the maximum amound of Mysticism possible, the Lt. Governor was a fellow who hopscotched around the Empire at a moments notice. Now seemed like one such moment.

Roland shook his head. "Thank you for your time and attention, Thane Elsdragon. I will leave you to chat with Sitandria, Thane to Thane. I only came by to offer my congratulations, and now I have done so."

He appraised Keldon for a moment, then nodded approvingly. "I am sure you will do well here in Primus Gaudeo. Centripax is a province that well rewards the loyalty of those who serve it."

Roland turned to Sitandria then. "Palacris D'Jones is a fine judge of character. I stayed out of all deliberations because of our close association in Diana, and I did not want anyone to say I influenced Palacris or that you got the position out of nepotism. You will do fine, and I know for a fact that Aerienne Sarista enjoys working with you a great deal."

Roland spent the better part of a candlemark tossing around various well-meaning blandishments, complimenting both Keldon and Sitandria and telling them amusing anecdotes about his time as Thane of Tearsfall with an orc, a hobag-- a winged woman, but not Allerian-- and Ality and Lyr. "Always make sure your staff has the best training and experience," was how he ended, a serious note that he wanted to give to both neophyte Thanes. "And now my apologies. Perhaps I will come by this way later, but I have some business on Avon Row I must take care of. Thank you again, Thane Eldragon for your time and hospitality."

Bowing courteously, Roland gave a dignified wave to the Thanes. "By your leave."