Gartheiz grins to himself. It seems the new aspirant is also fond of him. Well, he did his best to impress him after all... Hopefully Eina would be as much of a success as Karlyle and Jilata.
He smiles to himself, while placing some books on a shelf. The Dark Empire is but a dream, but it's a dream that begins to manifest in reality. Gartheiz never doubted Jilata would seize a place in the Council, but he was pleasantly surprised when she began reorganizing the economic structure. The decrees were signed, the storage organized, the objectives clear. The Dawn Force had a shape, a strong, effective one.
The Overlady may not trust him as much as he'd like, but she still relies on him. That is more than enough for Gartheiz to try and add some spice to the Force.
"I will not fail Sangwa, or Parallo." Gartheiz says to himself, after going down the stairs to take a look at the Decrees. He winces. "I just wish it was easier."
The life of a bureaucrat is demanding. You are a proxy between people and rules... And rules and people can be very tiring. Gartheiz has decrees to rewrite and present to the Council, propositions to make, Councilors to update. The dream was grand, but the work it involved was grander still.
The Empire's halls are still too empty. Not everyone enjoys protocol. Not everyone enjoys working within a community. Not everyone is reasonable.
Karlyle was Overseer now, but the Dusk Force was demanding and he had no staff to help him with recruiting, let alone with the rest of the Dusk Force's tasks. Gartheiz pondered. "Maybe it'd be better to have Eina on the Dusk Force..." The Goldsmith within could certainly use some help there.
Gartheiz looks down at the floor and shakes an angry fist. "My lady, why must you make me one, like every other mortal? Yliakum needs a hundred of me."
He smiles to himself realizing something: cleaning and organizing the outpost is so mechanical it has become his introspective time. "Good. Can't afford to waste a second of such a short and intense life."
