[@Esailia] [@Dusty] [@Force and Fury] [@Regitnui]

Zeke listened to the quarrel for a bit, but quickly lost interest.  He was glad a few others had voiced the opinion he didn't want to, but it had kindled a spark of disagreement that, in his mind, should have been easily preventable.  If everyone had arrived in ample time, the way he had, they all would have been able to avoid this sort of situation by getting acquainted with one another beforehand.

Zeke pulled out his book to continue the sketch he started earlier, but to his dismay found that the sky had shifted into an entirely new image.  He chewed the nib of his pen absently, causing the ink stored within to stain a portion of his tongue blue.  He didn't notice.  He would have to try to capture the sky some other time, but knew now that it wouldn't be such an easy task.  In order to properly portray the scene, he'd need to draw several pictures to match the restlessness of the sky.

But what excited him more, though, was what awaited him at night.  Zeke was totally colorblind, and so could not appreciate daytime the same way others did.  But the night was a different story.  He could see it just as well as anyone else might, or better, he mused, shutting his book in one hand with a satisfying [i]snap[/i].  He would just have to wait.

It seemed that the argument was beginning to close.  There was more to Rintor than what was initially apparent, and for that, Zeke added him to his list of people to watch out for.  He hadn't heard of Rintor before, though of course, he'd never paid attention to current events.  Listening for more potential insights, Zeke downturned a corner of his lip at Rhen's comment.  He found it to be disrespectful and in poor taste, though once again refrained from saying anything.

Esailia issued new orders, and though he didn't want to, Zeke followed.  He stood beside the Mithra, keeping a close eye on Rintor and Treekle.  He needed to know more about those two.  What were their assets?  Behaviors?  Weaknesses?  He realized he was staring and blinked, looking quickly away.

Zeke put up a friendly front. "Esailia, you seem to have your wits about yourself," he began.  [i]She can't see your face well with your hood still up.  Pay attention.[/i]  He pulled his hood down.  He'd completely forgotten it was up in the first place.  "How long have you been in service?  And-" he stopped himself.  One question was enough; he shouldn't bombard her.  He wanted to make a good first impression.