08-19-2018, 09:41 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]Samuel has yet to attend a meeting such as this, but it seems he could have slept to his regular hour rather than awaking to the call and chatter of a meeting outside his door so early in the dawn. This is the usual, he's sure - Jericho looks like he's just dying to get down from his pedestal, blind face nervous, jaw wavering with his words as though shouting is just out of his vocal range. Samuel, though not the pitying kind, almost feels sorry for him. It's a genuine thing that wakes in his chest - as though, with practice, he could help elevate the leader to better suit his position. Perhaps Jericho deserves this from him. However alarming this twinge feels, he has yet to make up his mind.
He offers no congratulations, no word of acknowledgement to the content of the meeting. The opportunity to seize the week's tasks and make his clanmates run about on a whim, that interests him - but he supposes that there are better things to do with his time than order them around.
He offers no congratulations, no word of acknowledgement to the content of the meeting. The opportunity to seize the week's tasks and make his clanmates run about on a whim, that interests him - but he supposes that there are better things to do with his time than order them around.
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