Astredian was nearly late for his late morning meeting with the Dynasty’s war council. Most of the nobility subscribed to the idea of being fashionably late, so despite barely squeaking in under the wire, he was far from the last one to arrive. This didn’t do much to assuage the irritation he felt as his own laxness.
Ian’s other self had been even keeled, a little disorganized, and almost laid back - rolling with the punches as they came. Astredian of Vertisia City leaned hard on Moltar to do the dirty work of maintaining discipline with the guildies, preferring to keep his hands clean. When he’d first arrived, Ian was too overwhelmed to exert the kind of control he normally had.
This had been a blessing, in a way. It both gave him the chance to see how effective delegation could be in a
