Tiffany West
Driving off into the night back toward his Haven and the communal feeding zone, Sir Baldwin put his earpiece on and phoned Daniella Sage again to report what had happened. As he did, he thought about the politics of this all - how was he best to handle this so that they didn't all look like absolute morons and make this even worse? Call the Prince? Get Sage to do it? Do it tomorrow?
There was protocol here. He knew it, surely he knew it...
2 sux Int+POL