Outside of the council building, Garran sat with the rest of the usual group, on top of a section of his mine which had lost its prongs during one scuffle or another. His captain's jacket had been repaired and it was draped majestically on his back, its long sleeves dragging along the ground as its faded golden highlights shimmered with a dull shine. The rusty chain of the weapon was nervously gripped over his shoulder as his worn leather boot tapped repeatedly on the ground, accompanied by the occassional roll of the cigar in his mouth. To be honest, Garran had no stake in this matter. The war between humans, daeva and seraphims put nothing he had at risk. In fact, he could probably have profited greatly from this conflict by enacting a mercenary contract with a kingdom and ferrying arms to and fro. Being a pirate captain with his own small fleet of ships, it would ahve let him live a comfortable life. And yet here he was, waiting anxiously for the results of a conflict he had nothing to do with. 

The truth of the matter, however, was that Garran had a self-imposed stake in this conflict. After commanding the evacuation of Dumont and Boaz, he saw what a small conflict could cause to the common people, or rather, he had always known, but had finally witnessed first hand. Even as a pirate, he had refrained from port sieges, blockades and the like for fear of harming the common people. Now, with the Human Kingdom having mobilised for war, he expected many grieving families from both sides of the conflict. With a sudden crunch, he chewed through the cigar, the lit end falling to the ground without him even noticing. He couldn't allow this war to escalate. "Wh'ts takin' so long," he muttered mostly to himself as he spat out the remains of his cigar, taking a new one out of one of his pockets. Of course, the pounding hangover from yesterday's celebrations didn't help. "I t'ought ye said meetin's lasted 'n hour tops," he shot in an accusing tone towards Caelum, who stood impassively next to him. Compared to the seraphim, Garran looked like a fidgety child. "Usually yes," Caelum replied, stroking one of his yellowed wings, "but never has it been about an impending war, pirate."
The answer didn't seem to satisfy Garran as he stood up and lifted the sea mine with it. "H'w long d'es 't take t' say yes 'r no!" he hissed loudly as his grip tightened on his weapon, the chains shaking and whining under the intense pressure. "There are several factors and factions in play here, Garran, each with their own vested interest," Caelum answered as he stared into space "nothing is ever black and white, merely varying shades of grey."

Hearing huffing an dpanting behind them, the two turned around to see a rather hurried looking seraphim rushing towards them. "Out of my way!" he shouted as he pushed past Garran and Caelum, before disappearing into the depths of the council building. "I w'nder wha' tha' was about..." Garran pondered.