Blacktail Deer Plateau return from byzantium

mordecai's vague responses were telling in a way; he was a man who appeared to prefer an air of solitude, of shadow. let it be -- lasher was not the prying sort, and though he was interested even more deeply in the burnished man with a history beyond that which he revealed, he spoke no more of it. "what role do you believe you will fill here, mordecai?" 

whatever the ostrega chose, he would do well. it was a feeling that the beta had cultivated. it had little to do with his time as a leader; mordecai's evaluation had come solely based on the aura he projected forth.