"I think Nick hit the nail on the head for the table," Rawlins rubbed his beard as he was want to do when he was thinking. "All I was going to suggest was a spirit of planning, or something along those lines. Simply because I can see that table as the place where all our decisions get voted on, and where the strategies get thrashed out." He shrugged throwing the Iron Master an appreciatively look. "Nicks suggestion has all that and more."