Whats this here?

“Azure.” He said warmly as the boy approached. He didn’t immediately answer, his mind still working through it. There was so much here, to the very foundations of the Armada. So many years of work. How much would they lose? It would be no small feat, but perhaps the Armada needed this to grow.

“The South has become crowded of late, don’t you think? Penned in by Habari, and Abaven. The pirates a stone throw away.” The only neighbour he had wanted was Ashen, and while they would always be dear allies, the Armada had grown and changed from its position as their vanguard. “The logistics of moving would be difficult. Do you think it would be worth it?” he looked to his son, and it was clear his opinion on this was important. What did the Armada need to grow? Space, and freedom of movement?

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