The night had been quite Restless for Sebt, even though he had only earned of Andrea's condition the day before he still felt ill at ease not even being able to sleep in the same room as her, he quickly dismissed his personal troubles, the conference with the Darcanians was too important. All he wanted was for his people to use their strength for the good of the world, he was even prepared to show the delegates the two new vessels the Armada was constructing that not even the Grand Khural had seen. He remembered his father's warmongering, his desire for conquest and a paranoia that cause his sanity to slip, the day he had to depose him, the vote in the Grand Khural had been so close, barely ten votes granted him the right to challenge his father and, thankfully, he had won. He didn't eat much, a few scraps from the night before, under his rule he had seen the people of San Antilles willingly end the 800 year occupation by accepting positions in the Grand Khural and the states of Gerontia and Eseri had, after the wars with them, had settled down, his men had rebuilt and upgraded their infrastructure, had begun assisting their militaries with training and reequipping, and both populaces had taken becoming Protectorates well, Gerontia in particular had enjoyed it's liberation from the previously despotic regime, the new civilian government was finding it's way but, as had always been the way, Sebt believed in Yrka's saying "A wise ruler does not brutalise with conquest, he becomes a shield for those he once met with a sword." and that, more than anything, was what he believed now. Protecting the region, if not the world, from those without honour who would use power to crush the innocent but as Peacekeepers, not Conquerors. He sighed, knowing that his people had a long road before they would truly be trusted, Sarah had done her part in Syrixia and Anton was doing all he could at the WA but many nations called him a dictator, some demonising the Wolvesh simply for their culture. Theirs had been a brutal struggle to survive until Yrka united them under the Wolf's banner, they had seen the politicians of the Etrebean city-states save themselves and abandon them to die and Yrka's regime had given them security and hope, they had stumbled along the way but hadn't every nation?
Sebt didn't seem to smile much as the Tribal Elders shuffled into the Conference Hall, they had taken some convincing but most had come round to seeing this conference as a good idea, they each stood by their seats as the messengers were despatched to bring the Darcanians to the hall "My lord... you've barely slept... or eaten... are you sure you could not postpone the conference..." came a whisper from the stocky middle-aged man at his right-hand, Sebt smiled "It's alright Goltah... I'll be fine." but still noticing the look of concern, Goltah had served on his fathers counsel as Elder of the Cirrane tribe, often barely escaping the old Khan's wrath due to the people's love for him, he had once been Sebt's commanding officer and had mentored the young prince well, practically more of a father than his own had been. He knew Goltah was worried but he had to make this conference a success, Wolfsea depended on him and he would do all he could not to fail her.
