<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Commander_-_4.jpg/450px-Commander_-_4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Ashen Heron (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XxXRLF3ZMW-zhaOxmoL-K7BTXP3tiH8Bu3DZTg3T7ug/edit#)</strong></span>The fact that he was heard, and summarily dismissed by the mortal struck the final blow to his pride. "Then I propose we hold off on contacting those outside our walls, for the moment. Gather the necessary materials from War Manse 14, see if there are any survivors or craft available, make the necessary repairs on the forges,<span class="bbc_u"><em>and initial</em></span>repairs on the manse before we open our d...selves to those outside our walls. We have sheltered here for centuries, six months to a year more would have us much better prepared for the unveiling." He had almost said doors, but that would be too blatant a slight against their new 'friends'. He still wanted to slow everything down, but this was Umari's choice. And as he looked down the long table to the man who he had sat and stood beside for the past two years, the distance said more than he could bear. He pulsed a bit of essence into the personal assistant upon his wrist and it let off a chime like a low gong.<br/><br/>"My apologies," he mumbles as he glances at the glyphs upon the face, "It would appear that I must attend to something down in Medical." He begins to rise, then looking down the table at Umari, "With your permission." He bows and awaits permission before he completes his stance, his cheeks flush at the subservient nature he must affect now that he was summarily demoted in his own eyes.