"Right you are. Get the best person for the job to do the job."
It's a mantra he can not only get behind, but one that he's practiced back when he still ran the country. Work smart, and all.
The second map is finished in record time. The original is left pinned to the wall where most of the plans had been laid out to dry, as reference in case each of the teams had to touch base. He made a mental note to also let people know about it over comms, later. For now, he rolls up the map and tosses it expertly to Tidus, confident he'll catch it. His hands make quick work of tightening his gear as he sets out to start, except he remembers something-
-and looking around the Weary Wanderer, the idea returns to him just as fast. Roland halts, hand on his waist, then whistles quietly. All at once, Rannygazoo's little helpers, higgledies that follow the boss, appear out of thin air. The complete dozen of them. Their caped crusader jumps into existence, though he remains standing next to Roland's boot.
He bends the knee, addressing the higgledies.
"It'd be rude if we just up and left our thoughtful caretakers, right? Make yourselves useful while we work. Go on." Roland's order is taken to heart as they do as they are told; whether or not they can be seen by those they're helping. The inn bustles with activity as each sprite carries ales of drink, plates of food, bowls to be washed. Some are shocked to see it, some take it for what it is despite the initial shock. No one was in the mood to turn down decent help, regardless of where it came from.
He turns back to Tidus with a renewed mood. "Let's go."
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It's a mantra he can not only get behind, but one that he's practiced back when he still ran the country. Work smart, and all.
The second map is finished in record time. The original is left pinned to the wall where most of the plans had been laid out to dry, as reference in case each of the teams had to touch base. He made a mental note to also let people know about it over comms, later. For now, he rolls up the map and tosses it expertly to Tidus, confident he'll catch it. His hands make quick work of tightening his gear as he sets out to start, except he remembers something-
-and looking around the Weary Wanderer, the idea returns to him just as fast. Roland halts, hand on his waist, then whistles quietly. All at once, Rannygazoo's little helpers, higgledies that follow the boss, appear out of thin air. The complete dozen of them. Their caped crusader jumps into existence, though he remains standing next to Roland's boot.
He bends the knee, addressing the higgledies.
"It'd be rude if we just up and left our thoughtful caretakers, right? Make yourselves useful while we work. Go on." Roland's order is taken to heart as they do as they are told; whether or not they can be seen by those they're helping. The inn bustles with activity as each sprite carries ales of drink, plates of food, bowls to be washed. Some are shocked to see it, some take it for what it is despite the initial shock. No one was in the mood to turn down decent help, regardless of where it came from.
He turns back to Tidus with a renewed mood. "Let's go."