<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>Bowed as he was over his decision to leave, he could not react to the twat's comment about pride, (burned a Willpower here) he was sort of grateful for that, and resentful. He could and would ignore the complex hand gestures Yolhu would definitively be making to reinforce any action that distanced Heron and his family's influence with Umari. Lynette's placating words were just that, an attempt to sooth without touching on the problem. He had already abdicated over the forge-defense priority.<br/><br/>Rising, Ashen Heron noticed the raised finger, he halted. As Umari detailed and omitted the decision to contact the outside world, Heron knew that this was just placating as well. He chose not to address it since Heron would be out of the room and unable to argue the point, not that he could be heard. Let him go and we can figure out which outsiders to welcome in next. Umari's last statement cut the deepest, a soldier is only muscle, he was only muscle then Umari mentioned the Wai Tai-Junai, the sorcerer, the brains, Heron shot a look to Khrui. Uh-huh. Heron might as well sharpen his tanto in preparation, not that the ceremonial blade needed it, he was finished.<br/><br/>In a visible effort to control himself (burned another Willpower here), Heron left the room silently and with a bow. He strode down the halls with a purpose, striding for medical wing. Though he had triggered the personal assistant to alert, and no true need called him there, that was where he said he would be. He contemplated stopping for a bottle of spirits, but didn't feel like stopping just yet, his head was running and he felt his body needed to move as well.<br/><br/>He rolled through the hallways as the impending storm across the sea, dark thoughts raced through his mind. He paid little heed to the actions of those around him aside from desiring not to collide with anyone. His officers snapped to attention, most gave him a wide berth, several young kids stopped to admire him as he strode by in his armor.<em>What did I do? Why is he doing this? How did this happen? Why does he not trust my words or heed my concerns?</em>The thoughts chased him down the halls, eventually he did stop for that bottle, and another.