The kids were asleep! And at last! And at the same time! His wife took the opportunity to sleep too. The tryker tidied up the cutlery, papers and other objects decorating the apartment in a disorganized bazaar. In fact, he thought to himself about it, and it reminded him of the organization of the water route..
From the outset, Jazzy remained discreet about the event.
It wasn't the organizers who put him off, for Nair-Wixarika meant a great deal to the commander. He had known her as a child and remembered how proud she was to wear the Nhor Drakan coat of arms. Naveruss, who was a comrade-in-arms and a drinking buddy, knew how to handle such events... but what then? What was bothering him so much that he didn't want to get even more involved in the adventure? ?
The water route was a vital commercial exchange between Tryker and Fyros. Mostly organized by water suppliers. Why go through the forest and involve the Matis in the organization??
Since the Taliari assembly, the commander had been against the idea of a passage into the kingdom...
Jazzy, while moving one object or another, with a lost look, smiled fatalistically, telling himself that obviously the Matis would not let the convoy pass without taking the slightest advantage.!
Why this secret meeting between the Matis and the fyros?
The commander asked himself many questions on the subject without really wanting to answer them. His detachment from the subject gave him a certain peace of mind, yet at times he worried that he didn't want to get too involved. Age and situation must be the ingredients of a certain and effective weariness on the tryker..
However, once the apartment was back in order, ready to be turned into a child's battlefield, Jazzy mechanically had the reflex to rub his rondache and battle spear, as if to motivate himself to mobilize the escort's security...
But tired too, he thought that no order, missive or even advice from the Federation concerning his commanding rank had reached him...
He lowered his gaze, laid the rondache against his weapon case and returned to his mentally weary hammock...
From the outset, Jazzy remained discreet about the event.
It wasn't the organizers who put him off, for Nair-Wixarika meant a great deal to the commander. He had known her as a child and remembered how proud she was to wear the Nhor Drakan coat of arms. Naveruss, who was a comrade-in-arms and a drinking buddy, knew how to handle such events... but what then? What was bothering him so much that he didn't want to get even more involved in the adventure? ?
The water route was a vital commercial exchange between Tryker and Fyros. Mostly organized by water suppliers. Why go through the forest and involve the Matis in the organization??
Since the Taliari assembly, the commander had been against the idea of a passage into the kingdom...
Jazzy, while moving one object or another, with a lost look, smiled fatalistically, telling himself that obviously the Matis would not let the convoy pass without taking the slightest advantage.!
Why this secret meeting between the Matis and the fyros?
The commander asked himself many questions on the subject without really wanting to answer them. His detachment from the subject gave him a certain peace of mind, yet at times he worried that he didn't want to get too involved. Age and situation must be the ingredients of a certain and effective weariness on the tryker..
However, once the apartment was back in order, ready to be turned into a child's battlefield, Jazzy mechanically had the reflex to rub his rondache and battle spear, as if to motivate himself to mobilize the escort's security...
But tired too, he thought that no order, missive or even advice from the Federation concerning his commanding rank had reached him...
He lowered his gaze, laid the rondache against his weapon case and returned to his mentally weary hammock...
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Jazzy Mac'PlanteyChef de Bai Nhori Drakani
Commandant de Bai Trykali
Citoyen célèbre