[ He thinks that ALISTAIR ought to host some sort of meeting as he has not yet been privy to attend to one of those, sitting in a war tent around a table making concrete plans. That might have been what the tavern was for, he does not know, but especially since they are from even greater and more diverse lands than all the Danaans were, he questions why they do not have nightly discussions.

It concerns him greatly how they are meant to work as a team but he has not even heard of most of their company, that he is unable to recall one by their face and region, of their fathers, of their famous deeds. How then is he meant to serve with them efficiently? He has no understanding of their capabilities or even of their limitations and possibilities. Against an enemy so well-oiled as the Deemers, so connected, they appear like children attempting to mimic a soldiers' formation.

Heaving a great sigh, he continues to wash the soot of Achilles' body and paying special attention not to tangle his locks. So often had he combed his fingers through it that he did not anticipate the knot of nostalgia unfurling warmly in his heart. ]

Should we not allow them to dig into the Earth if that is what they wish? What concern is it of the Qorral, if it is not their land on which the Deemers work? This planet is no small one, I see not why they should quarrel over this.