Ankyra Sound your bones are the spires of Stockholm

Hush is just sitting here and watching until they leave.

He runs behind the diplomats, leaving them to do their job of negotiations. But he cannot help but to steal looks at the line of women that they were meeting with. His eyes were largely trained in the distance, searching their surroundings for any signs of betrayal. He would love to trust everyone he meets, but he has found that pack politics denied him such naivete.