Despite All My Rage

The male marked it as a small victory when the faint smile crossed her face. So she was alive after all. As she spoke her reasoning, he sat there and politely listened. Diplomacy. He remembered that well, having been dragged on one or two by his mother Erani. So he could relate somewhat, but only in the distaste for it. Newol was good at bringing people together, especially in hard times. But he loathed the practice. It involved putting up with people that he didn't know in a professional setting. And the brute preferred to avoid professional settings. So with a light chuckle, he looked out beyond the wall. "Been there. Done that. It's not fun, so I sympathies." but then he turned to face her, this time as a leader and not a stranger, so there was a sudden shift of seriousness about him as he looked at her. She was a leader, and he respected that. But this was neutral land, and she was not his leader. And she'd have to respect that. "But you are responsible for Ebony at this moment. So you'll have to put up with a lot of things that aren't your usual methods. Newol was very intelligent for a Loner. This was due in part to how quickly he could think. But none the less, he understood what it meant to be a leader even though he'd never been one.