A short time later Ceril exited the Queens quarters, fully dressed and a look of annoyance upon his face. He had been gently chided like a child, told that he would need to wait, that he put himself in harms way too boldly. He was sulking like a child, he knew that, but he felt so compelled in his mission, and so sure of his plan that he was wanted anything but a soft reminder that he was cared for and should take care. Ceril was grateful for his people, but it was that same emotion that drove him to so desperately release his enslaved kin.
Baisel circled his head in greeting and gave him a gentle nudge, causing a small smile to crack his lips. "Oh I'm not defeated yet Baisel, don't you worry" he watched the commotion of the Zanx-iie and the others, scanning the camps for an authority that would understand his cause.
Zanx-iie would perhaphs be agree, if her record of freeing slaves was any indication, maybe even Commander Maul for his drive for war would be willing to join.
He approched Zanx-iie and bowed over her a smile plastered on his face. "Hello Zanx-iie! Have you fallen for me already?" he joked as he extended his hand to her.