what it takes

Álarr waited patiently as his brother's gaze tipped downward. Tyrian had always been a thinking and by now he knew better than to interrupt his brother's thought process. Tyrian looked up and spoke and Álarr smiled at his words. It felt good to have his hard work and skill acknowledged, especially when it came to such a high rank. "Are there any specifics you'd like me to know? For example do you have an expectation that meetings of healers should be held once a season for example? Other than that I can't think of anything right off the top of my head but if I do I'll be sure to find you." He knew that there would be a learning curve. He'd never had to lead others before. He had done a bit of teaching but not a ton.