by Cinnabar » Thu Aug 30, 2007 7:21 am
There's a quiet moment at the mention of Janeiro's Marshall; some tightening at the corners of his mouth, a slight sharpness to the gaze he turns upon the mapmaker. But then there's the faintest of nods, perhaps of acceptance, perhaps of resignation. Recognition of things that are necessary.
"Very well. He has as much a need to know of these matters as anyone. Thank you for keeping me appraised." A glance between the two, then, and a firmer nod.
"And thank you both again for your time. Now, if you will excuse me." A polite gesture, an invitation for them to attend to their own business; the most tactful of dismissals.
Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis.