“Did you finally chose a leader for your privateers then?” Caeseus sounded mildly interested. “Good, we’ll start getting regular meetings together to discuss the expedition.”
To Ari he simply said, “We’ll get you introduced to the ship’s carpenters then. I’m sure they’ll find something for you to do.”
Without a further word he turned and walked back towards the ship. “I have business with Mariner as well, provided he’s regained his mental facilities. Evidently he was struck by debris while shielding a member of the crew from harm.”
Immediately he knew he hadn’t handled that well. However, it was difficult for him to play nice so to speak. The damage to the ship seemed to manifest as spiritual damage to his very essence. It was a bit like trying to walk on broken legs. Still, he had a duty to the Honoured Dead, and the Armada as a whole.