To my surprise, he remained calm and collected, taking charge with an ease and authority I never knew he had in him. He was not just believable as a person in charge, he truly was the one in control. Dancer made a call, arranging for a temp from one of Rikka's agencies to come cover. He somehow managed to arrange to have the wall repaired that same day by a bunch of dwarves that didn't mind dirtying themselves with such mundane work as long as the gold was good and yellow, and generally began sorting out the mess and taking charge. It was weird to watch. Like he was another person. While he was making his calls, we went out to the fleet of vehicles. The heat bounced off the cars like we were in an oven, blinding us as sun glinted off mirrors and polished black metal. Once I pressed the fob, and the car flashed its greeting, we got into the nice shiny four by four. I put the air conditioning on straight away, turning it up to max, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. The humans did, at any rate.
