"Very well Iabor, but it will need to be after my next briefing. I have a great many things to sort through today and that does not include personal problems." Alastair was not normally short tempered, but his work had almost tripled with so many masters away from the order. The North lands were proving a considerable drain on their resources and he had begun to feel the burden more than most. He had months of paperwork to catch up on, supplies to log and payments to be made. It was not all glamour to be a Warlock of such high stature. "Now, if you will all excuse me, I have other matters to attend to." he rose from his seat with a slow creak of old age, bowing his head to each member respectively.

It was at this point the door opened again, Kaedas walking through and apologizing for being late. If it were not for the mask Alastair would have looked outraged at the man. "You arrive just as we finish young Warlock. I have no time to fill in anyone who drags behind, let the others explain the task you face." He turned again to Iabor as he brushed past the Warlock and stood at the door. "Well templar? I do not have all day!" with that he left the room, marching with scrolls in hand down the hall to the next meeting chamber where the nobles were to meet in order to discuss funding for the Order in return for fighting the demon spawn. His mood was already turning bitter, and now he had to play nice with milk drinking fools. Politics was an ugly game...