A curt nod was the Imperial Minister's own reply to the Governor's request, Alexis observing the slightly irritated manner in which Anvael Andares had replied. Perhaps the fellow disliked the blatantly obvious pointed out to him, or perhaps all the pressures of what seemed inevitable was the primary cause.
"Both, actually."
And that was that.
Clasping his hands behind his back, so did he follow as was intended, noting the apparent gleam in Malkaer's eyes, but not understanding the reasoning behind the same. He'd known the elder Andares, the late, lamented, paragon of a statesman and diplomat, Moranor.
He had a bad feeling about this, but couldn't quite place the reason why.
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Imperial Minister for War War is the horror that occurs when rational minds fail at the negotiating table of diplomacy. ~Queen Katishandra of Daittern, Aelyrian Warfare through the Ages.
**1/6: Work (and not mutinous legionaries!) have placed Alexis' puppeteer under extreme duress. Back at Jan the 16th, Markalin willing. I will hold true to Macarthur's words, and yes, indeed, I shall return!**
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