The tension of gathered potential - for hope, for fear, for violence, for argument, for peace, for war - that had hung on the air flexed once more and then settled. Tal breathed a sigh of relief as the votes were tallied and the winner announced, and the future settled into certainty.
He pushed himself off the wall and hesitated as he turned towards the door. It would be so easy to just walk out now that the job was done and head home for the day...
With a sigh he turned and headed towards Noah, stopping a respectful distance back as he reached up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Um. You probably don't know me, but my dad fought beside you when the cultists attacked. Declan Seawright. He... he would have been glad to see this today, though, I think. So, uh. Good luck, sir."
He pushed himself off the wall and hesitated as he turned towards the door. It would be so easy to just walk out now that the job was done and head home for the day...
With a sigh he turned and headed towards Noah, stopping a respectful distance back as he reached up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Um. You probably don't know me, but my dad fought beside you when the cultists attacked. Declan Seawright. He... he would have been glad to see this today, though, I think. So, uh. Good luck, sir."
