â€œI highly dislike politics,â€ muttered Shard as she swept herself onto a seat near Talon with her long, grey coat ever present around her and shielding most of her features. The only telling tale of what she was came from the glint of fangs behind soft lips. She spoke to no one in particular, but didnâ€™t seem as standoffish as to not appreciate conversation. There was an indescribable aura of serenity about her that just seemed to ease everyoneâ€™s tension. She orders vodka and downs the shot glass in one, solitary swig before setting it upside down upon the counter.<br/><br/>â€œThere is no such thing as a perfect leader either in the past or present, in Summerset or elsewhere. If there is one, he is only pretending, like a pig inserting scallions into its nose in an effort to look like an elephant,â€ she pauses for a moment glancing at Talon out of the corner of her eye. He perhaps had only seen her in a passing moment here or there. She always seemed to be coming and going and the only person she generally spoke with was the mage at the door; Seni. â€œNow what would someone like that do when what the people thought was the best answer wasnâ€™t the best answer. How do you not rile a crowd and fall under scrutiny when the simple fact is that the mind of the people cannot handle the same reality that the leader is capable of understanding?â€ She tilts her head slightly, staring off at the bar counter through the empty glass.<br/><br/>â€œI think that Qui is doing the best that he can do with what he has been given. He is a warrior by nature; the best in the lands. He can only approach the battle as a warrior; and an efficient one at that,â€ she leans forward on the counter to fold her arms across one another and rest her head on her forearms lazily. â€œMy concern is when it is all over, where would we go from here? Quissera can surely lead a war and excels in doing so, but when wartime is over, do you really think someone with his temper would want to carry the mantle of an entire nation? Who will lead?â€ she asks pointedly. She lets out an unneeded sigh. â€œJust something to considerâ€¦â€<br/><br/>She turns the empty shot glass around in circles making a rhythmic sound with each rotation. She waited, as if expecting something.<br/><br/>â€œI highly dislike politics,â€ muttered Shard as she swept herself onto a seat near Talon with her long, grey coat ever present around her and shielding most of her features. The only telling tale of what she was came from the glint of fangs behind soft lips. She spoke to no one in particular, but didnâ€™t seem as standoffish as to not appreciate conversation. There was an indescribable aura of serenity about her that just seemed to ease everyoneâ€™s tension. She orders vodka and downs the shot glass in one, solitary swig before setting it upside down upon the counter.<br/><br/>â€œThere is no such thing as a perfect leader either in the past or present, in Summerset or elsewhere. If there is one, he is only pretending, like a pig inserting scallions into its nose in an effort to look like an elephant,â€ she pauses for a moment glancing at Talon out of the corner of her eye. He perhaps had only seen her in a passing moment here or there. She always seemed to be coming and going and the only person she generally spoke with was the mage at the door; Seni. â€œNow what would someone like that do when what the people thought was the best answer wasnâ€™t the best answer. How do you not rile a crowd and fall under scrutiny when the simple fact is that the mind of the people cannot handle the same reality that the leader is capable of understanding?â€ She tilts her head slightly, staring off at the bar counter through the empty glass.<br/><br/>â€œI think that Qui is doing the best that he can do with what he has been given. He is a warrior by nature; the best in the lands. He can only approach the battle as a warrior; and an efficient one at that,â€ she leans forward on the counter to fold her arms across one another and rest her head on her forearms lazily. â€œMy concern is when it is all over, where would we go from here? Quissera can surely lead a war and excels in doing so, but when wartime is over, do you really think someone with his temper would want to carry the mantle of an entire nation? Who will lead?â€ she asks pointedly. She lets out an unneeded sigh. â€œJust something to considerâ€¦â€<br/><br/>She turns the empty shot glass around in circles making a rhythmic sound with each rotation. She waited, as if expecting something.