A Slight Miscalculation..

Things won't always go as planned. That is a general circumstance that Derrick must take into consideration whenever he makes his next move. For people are fickle creatures, and even if one was calm and collected it would be unrealistic to always be able to consider every single factor in a situation.
Yet despite that, he admittedly thought he would've at least gotten a better turnout then this. As the pile of papers laid across his desk continued to taunt him, their messy scribbles further emphasizing the messy results he has just received.
I've already managed to grow my reputation and acclaim as a respectable pioneer supporting a more unified and organized system of government. So where did I go wrong? As Derrick continued to pace around the room, the light of the window began to grow into a slight orange, as dawn slowly began to set. Stroking his beard, he looked outside, as people continued to go about at a brisk pace.
For the past few weeks, he has already planted seeds of unification and support for a government. All while keeping his name clear and just. He played by the rules, on the contrary he asserted them and remained true to his ideals both public and private. He has acted as just as his public image would imply, yet perhaps the world seems to think otherwise. For all the stories he've read when the morals generally seem to circle around how good always triumphs, and the bad will eventually get what's coming to them, it doesn't exactly seem to be working that way. Though to be fair, they are just mere stories. Simplified symbols of idealogies interacting with each other, like that of a young student's science project. Optimistic and perhaps with systematic intent, but focused on a small part of the picture. Furthermore, people can prove to be unpredictable, and even he, as do many adults would have trouble reading the thoughts of others. Had that been possible, circumstances would be very different, for better, and for worse.
But that's enough philosophizing. For theorizing ideas of why some kids thought it would be funny to stuff the registree box full of random scribbles and sketches and overthinking the concept of sociology would get Derrick nowhere. If anything, he should've known better. Even if people truly agreed with his views at this point, agreeing with and actively acting upon views are two completely different drinks. He would have to be more pragmatic about his approaches, especially if he wanted things to continue going smoothly as they were. A small bump on the road, that is all.
And yet he can't help feel a tinge of concern as the people continued their indifference. How can people not realize the changing tides? Slumping back into his chair, he contemplated his choices. Currently, the general populace doesn't seem fully ready to intergrate a government, with him as a assisting figure. Sure, he's well regarded and respected in the community. But even despite that, it doesn't seem enough. It seems that his status isn't the problem, more so that people aren't willing to follow through or initiate. So what then? What will get them to join the cause..
Continuously tapping his fingers, Derrick rubs his beard scrupulously, his face with a cold stare, staring off into nowhere in particular. As his pupils roam the room, he swivels his chair mindlessly. Unsurprisingly, the chair begins to tip, waking up Derrick from his over-thoughtful daze. Even he can prove to be clumsy at times, and he wasn't exactly known for his ability to take care of himself. Muttering to himself, he gets up, rubbing his head at the glowering soreness now throbbing behind the back of his head. He needs to take care of himself, honestly. If he truly wants to be able to think up of something, safety should be a higher priority first..
Safety?
A smile begins to grow on Derrick's face, albeit a bit difficult to read due to his beard. He begins to rub his beard with his other free hand, and honestly it was quite an amusing sight, seeing a dwarf rub opposite ends of his head with both hands. But Derrick did not care for how he looked. Looks was low on priority, as it seems to be that way for the people in terms of what they valued. It seemed that he went about this all wrong. A.. slight miscalculation if you will. People in Mythrite did not truly care for what can be taken at face value..
..what they wanted was results. Actions. Safety of course. And he knew just the right people for a job like this. In fact, they were contacting him quite recently, and it's a perfect opportunity to gauge the right moves to make in a tumultous time like this. With the Lord's Alliance plotting, it wouldn't hurt to hear them out if they were willing to provide some support for his agenda. But it's important to have other options as well.
He began making his way out of the room, closing the door shut behind him. Walking outwards of the Chained Court, he proceeds to make two sharp right turns, his pace a brisk but calm gait. Eyeing the large barracks at the Westgate, he begins making his way inside, and is greeted by a guard at the front desk.
"Hello, Mr. Lawgrizzle! Captain said we're expecting you. Is there anything you need?"
"Tell Galdar that I am interested in meeting with him, and have a proposition for him as well."