“May I reiterate,” David says placidly, “that patrols have specific routes, as you have so kindly reminded us, and that they are public knowledge. Specific patterns are very, very easy to discern allowing poachers to simply avoid those areas and at those times.” Fingers unlace and drum on the table, the pause in David's speech allowing the implications to sink in. “Because there are poachers in the Domain and they have been here for years. No patrol has found them.”
Turning his attention to Kenneth Gilroy , “I understand where you are coming from. New members of the Domain are only just getting their footing and growing into their skills. However, assessing their abilities can be done far more solidly doing something with clearer goals than simply 'patrolling.'” A breath is taken in, the Scarecrow's chest rising with the movement incongruous with the rest of the room.
As for Chris Wooding's announcement, “Thank you for your service, Hierophant.” The Dragon reverting to his other man's other title. There's nothing else to say given Chris' truculence and David merely blinks, twice.