>>5356679Your second matter of interest is of lesser importance, strategically, yet still it lingers in your mind. You aren’t even certain why—it is illogical, unduly emotional. But, well… You are committed to community, to bonds of respect and fellowship. You know this about yourself and, unable to deny it, the sight of one of your own—Degenerate Archer Olu—suffering weighs on you.
You cannot help but remember the similar malaise which characterized Paeris’ final days, and which you never addressed.
“It is… No matter of consequence, Superior One.”
These are the words Olu speaks, casting eyes downwards and dropping in supplication to one knee, so swiftly that its cap impacts the stone and elicits a small wince from the Archer.
“It will not affect the performance of my duties,” he assures you, sounding almost desperate. “Please, do not rescind my responsibilities.”
“This was not my intent in asking,” you assure him, though he remains guarded. “Why have you repaired and taken up the harp? You had mentioned you are no bard, and you show no obvious aptitude.”
The Archer winces at your assessment, but nods.
“I suppose with the Throat-singer added to your entourage, you have no need of such things. I apologize. I will cease immediately, Superior One.”
“Archer…” you sigh, taking a deep breath and remembering the lessons you have learned of how to relate to your fellow Reptilians. “I must understand the mindset of my subordinates to best utilize them. I do not require you to modify your behaviours, just to explain them, so I can plan accordingly.”
“It is, I am ashamed to say, mammalian drivel,” Olu admits, unable to meet your eyes. “You will not understand.”
“Do not insult me by presupposing my incomprehension, DEGENERATE.”
Olu bows even lower, and murmurs: “I miss him. The other Degenerate… Infiltrator Paeris.”
You do not reply, awaiting further explanation with crossed arms.
