[ Roland nods easily at the whispered confession, not surprised to hear it. People liked their own people better than they liked others, in his experience. ]
I'll certainly put forward your name, when the opportunity arises.
[ He says it straight, like there's ever going to be a "best ambassador for races from other worlds" prize. Then he stops and wipes a hand on his shirt and brings it up to tap his throat in the greeting customary to his world. ]
no subject
I'll certainly put forward your name, when the opportunity arises.
[ He says it straight, like there's ever going to be a "best ambassador for races from other worlds" prize. Then he stops and wipes a hand on his shirt and brings it up to tap his throat in the greeting customary to his world. ]
Speaking of names-- mine's Roland, of Gilead.