“Later?”
I nod. Later. We can discuss all this later.
Hopefully.
“Before we enter,” the liaison lifts her voice slightly, pausing before a large, shining wall, “It is important that you all understand our protocols. Firstly,
the Archon doesn’t speak Luxandrian, so it is vitally important that you pose your questions clearly to either Cypher Daax or me for translation,” she nods in acknowledgment towards my nephew, Orion, her eyes shining as she honors him.
“Secondly,
the Archon is the final say on any decision–there is nobody above him. If he says you cannot do something, asking again is considered a deep insult.
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