[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
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He grumbled something unintelligible, vaguely sounding vulgar but quite clearly exasperated as Fionn's finger fell onto a previously unnoticed miscoloration on the dark cloth near his collar. Goddesses dammit, he'd sworn he'd gotten it out a week ago— dabbing his fingertips against his tongue for a moment, he shrugged his comrade's hand away to try and get the damn thing gone to little avail.

[color=goldenrod]"Obviously, as our head you'd be tasked with representing us on meetings with big official bodies like the College,"[/color] he mused after a moment, convinced enough by his own lack of progress to turn his gaze back onto the group at large. [color=goldenrod]"So I think it makes sense on both points to delegate a little. You're the Boss, sure, but you're also one person. You'd wanna not spread yourself so thin that you miss the forest for the trees on the jobs you're probably sitting with more obligation to than anyone else anyway— there's a reason every dad out in the country chucks their sons out onto the fields near as soon as we learn to walk."[/color]

He folded his arms, glancing upward towards the Sun for a moment. The Powers That Be, huh... the lady of the morning wasn't much a fickle sort, but she was all the same divine. Their ways were rarely clear to their faithful on the ground.

[color=goldenrod]"You've got people. May as well use them, even if it's just to clear out background legwork while you ask the bigger questions."[/color]

She couldn't shoulder everything, no matter how much her rank demanded of her. Otherwise, there would be no need for Quartermasters, Smiths, Maids, or Knights of the Order. Soldiering by any other name wasn't supposed to be all they and their peers were good for, and even then, soldiers got trenches dug, palisades erected, dead burned and buried.