Tharos rubbed his eyes. Somehow this twenty minute conversation felt as if it had been dragging on for the course of months. Unbeknownst to him his eyes were glowing softly again. Bringing his hands down firmly, but not violently, onto the table. Tharos stood up.
“Look, all of you have made some excellent points about who should be captain. However this matter has been dragged out far too much for its minimal import.” Tharos looks around. “I wish to express myself as well as I can. Being Captain comes with no extra privileges on this voyage. Only burdens.”
Settling himself back into his seat he took a moment to straighten his robes. “Now, as Caelin and highest ranking Armada representative on this ship, I shall proctor a vote. I will raise my hand and announce the name of one of our hopefuls. If you wish to vote for this hopeful simply raise your hand. You will have until I lower my hand to cast your vote. Majority wins. Now, needless to say I shall abstain.”
Tharos scanned the group. Raised his hand and in a clear voice called out. “Alexis.”