Council of the Corsair Elders

[Zelot]

Hours and hours went by, Sephardi was imune to the impaience that plauged some of his brothers. He liked to take the long view, he was a student of history, it might be what made him so good at what he did. He could fly well enough, and his titan had the scas of battle on it, but thats not what he loved. Miguel Sephardi, was if nothing else, a sponge of information. Many people would call it spying, but thats not what it was, really, he was able to look at a scene or hear a conversation, and without even trying, he would extrapolate the important information in an instance, and ignore irrelevent information. Spies DID things, Sephardi just let everything happen. This is what he was doing at the moment, sitting outside the Council Chambers, whatching everything. Waiting for some information from inside. Momentus things were happening. This was one of these moments Sephardi knew, moments that at the momemnt may seem fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but that none the less, set off a chain reaction of events that could ripple through Sirius, changing the diplomatic dynamix for years to come. 12 Hours had past since Ares had entered, then several more elders, and finaly a gaurd he recognized as the personal aid to elder Farquar. It was intresting that Farquar had not made the trip from his estate himself. That has 8 hours ago, and then nothing, Sephardi waited, and he would countine to wait untill the Elders meeting dismissed.

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