Trafalgar sank into one of the cushioned chairs while Lysandra stayed by the window. The private room was hushed compared to the rest of the Council complex, where hundreds of nobles still drifted between gatherings, picking apart whatever had happened behind the chamber doors.
"What did you want to ask?" Trafalgar said.
"About the people who've been approaching you since we arrived. I've noticed quite a few, and I doubt I've seen all of them. How many have you actually spoken with?"
"Quite a few. Some wanted to discuss Euclid, others were interested in trade agreements or future cooperation. Most of them were just trying to establish a connection."
"And did you agree to anything?"
"Nothing important. I listened to what they had to say, but I'm not going to make commitments just because someone approaches me at the Council. Arthur already has enough to deal with in Euclid without me bringing him another dozen proposals."
