He sighed, looking around the glittering assemblage, before nodding his head in agreement. "Frankly I think if we get out of here completely unscathed it will truly be a sign that the Maker is on our side. As it stands, I am sure someone will say something horribly inappropriate. It will then be our job to make sure it goes no further than a verbal slap about the wrist."

He looks back at her, a pensive expression on his face. Iksander's absence made that hole ever so obvious, and he had done his best to answer questions to the organization that had pretty much died in it's infancy. Much of it now lay on the shoulders of the Division heads here tonight, but he would help them as he could. As it was ...

"I have ... put in a word with our leaders. We will see if they find me worthy of the position." He shrugged elegantly, "If nothing else, whomever they choose will have my support and my advice, if they care to ask for it. Leadership is never an easy burden."