Jean-Tom:
The man scratches at his neck. He could use a bit of a shave. “He's supposed to lead the Special Forces when he resigns from Council. Imagine being a Guard Special Forces agent. Devoting your life to secrecy. Committing crimes to ensure things stay as they are. All a sudden, a druid without a day of service is leading you, telling you what your every mission is. Special Forces value service and national pride over all else. If lead by a man green as grass who spied on his own people, I wouldn’t doubt if some were sour. ” He quits itching. “Least what I heard from a couple friends.”