looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael found his eyebrows raising -- initially prepared to speak before his daughter snapped.  An occurrence he had seen very rarely.

He inclined his head, ear twitching in irritation but willing to listen -- weighing the opinions of those around him.  He held back a disappointed sigh. 

"I understand you all," the Ardent replied calmly.  "But they are strangers.  Should we not know and understand who it is we are backing, before backing them in full?  Stock our supplies together, before cementing a bond?  Or are you all so reckless, to jump on the first opportunity to pick a fight?  You should listen to your healer -- your only healer, when she pleads to err on the side of caution.  I understand we are not the only ones who have buried friends from petty conflicts before."

"As far as I understand, the Pitt was formed on a foundation of loyalty to only each other.  This is why," he dipped his head towards Stryker, "with no offense to those outside, we should not be so quick to ally ourselves with those we know little of."

"I am proposing this neutrality and trade as a compromise to these conflicting ideals within our ranks.  To first develop a relationship, with this potential ally, trading resources to each other's benefits, before any true commitments."

"Do you hold respect and loyalty for each other enough, to first accept a compromise? After all, the Pitt was always meant to allow for those of different moralities and opinions to live together." Gael regarded each of them expectantly -- in the end, a house divided cannot stand.

"We should at least," he added with a frown.  "Discuss this in full, privately -- as a group." And not in the presence of a foreign leader.  There were many present, but others absent; more opinions the Ardent would prefer to hear before settling on one side of the argument or the other.

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby