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Ian's glove snapped back into place before he slid himself back into his coat "Nothing to thank me for. If you and I can't trust one another then the world is in a sorry state, indeed. In all honesty, it's not that big of a deal really. Lots of soldiers have prosthetics, just not quite as...

Ian tried not to hide the concern he felt as he watched Tobias remember what could only be described as a hellish childhood. Maybe not, a childhood such as that couldn't even have the word applied to it with a serious face. This poor kid will never get to be one. He only nodded, smiling a bit as...

Ian quirked a brow as Tobias dismissed his entourage. It was unexpected but hoped for. Had it not happened here the Dax president would simply have attempted other avenues in an attempt to secure the opportunity of a private audience with the King. The Dax president had been all too happy to...

Ian listened to Magnus, nodding where appropriate. He knew the old coot didn't trust him, and he was fine with that. To a certain point even, what the PM was saying made perfect sense from a Prydanian standpoint, from a nation that until recently had been one of the diplomatic and military...

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Ian accepted the can of beer and propriety be damned, opened it up before anyone else there had scant had the chance to look at their can, much less open it. Granted, it wasn't Stagshorn, but it wasn't bad either. He could feel the nervousness radiating off of Tobias like a palpable wave that...

Ian smiled, honestly a bit flattered that Tobias did remember him. The times following the assault on Beaconsviði had been chaotic to say the absolute least and while they'd not spoken directly to one another they had both been present at many of the briefings and strategy sessions leading up to...

Ian was rather surprised. He had full well expected the King's introduction to take a full minute or more than it actually had. The intervening period of silence had let Pershing fully appreciate the feeling of every eye in the room upon him, and some of those eyes weren't gazing with the...

It was with equal respect that Ian had return Captain Steen's greeting. The halls of Absalonhöll were nothing short of humbling, even for one such as Pershing. He'd not entered the palace during his time here during and shortly after the war, though he'd had the opportunity to do so. Some part...

Two weeks later. Marianne hadn't lied. Beaconsviði was substantially less on fire that Ian had last remembered. There was clearly still much work to be done but the city had come a long way and was once more beginning to resemble the proud symbol of Prydanian prestige it had once been. He...

The longer Ian listened to Marianne the more he liked what he was hearing. Clearly, she understood that his goals and ambitions went far beyond what he'd initially laid out to her. In fact, she seemed to assume that to be a natural state of affairs, which to him meant that she herself worked in...

As Marianne relaxed, so did Ian. From across the years her presence had gradually begun to somewhat quell the knots of anxiety he'd been feeling from the rigors of taking office. While the times they'd met as children had been relatively few in number, they had been long in duration, though that...

Were it not for the obvious differences, it almost could have been Ian himself saying much of what he now heard coming from the daughter of the infamous Stephen Toft. "Your father wasn't a great man. Nor was he Evil Incarnate. He was... simply a man. A man that had good, and bad within him just...

Ian chuckled as he walked across the Chamber room. The office itself still very much in disarray with unpacked boxes stacked along the longest pair of the room's octagonal walls. He paused briefly to stoke the fireplace before meandering over to his desk. "I suppose they would, to an extent. My...

Ian had in fact needed to bite off a couple of heads to secure time in his schedule to meet with the Prydanian woman. Already members of the Alþingi from across Dax were clamoring for a sit-down or even just a phone call from the new President. Ian had likened it to dogs jockeying with one...