Dread Patricians

[Lochrath]

The Captain's gaze moved to Grey. The bureaucrat shrugged, tapped something on the datapad and angled it so only his side of the table could see. Gellen frowned to whatever was written, then nodded. His gaze then went to the Quartermaster. Mary, having been bored again and only here to be witness and bring up logistical matters, had stolen up the abandoned bag of food and was munching on it quietly. As attention fell on her, she lifted a crumb covered hand and made a thumbs up gesture that steady switched to and from a thumb pointing sideways. Such a vague hand motion seemed to mean something to Gellen as he understood it instantly. His gaze went towards Morreti.

"This will all take time, and some details will need to be ironed out before I can formally agree to them. The exchange of personnel likely will not happen outside of requests. Though docking for resupply may be of benefit, and local offices or embassies, as you wish to call them. For the core basic idea of this, you can consider my squadron and those under my wings to be on board, until it is no longer beneficial." It was something. Gellen was playing it diplomatically. Not a hard commitment but an agreement to at least explore this avenue. What would come in the future is an unknown.

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The Lochrath - Foghar Sect