For the first time in a long, long while, Desmond Hodges was worried. It was infuriatingly hard to concentrate on the task at hand without lapsing into hysterical ranting. He was good at hysterical ranting; he was pathetic at trying to lead a clan. There had certainly been events more significant and disastrous than this, including a particular catastrophe to do with the Wrath Gate, but these had been affairs he had no influence over. It was the Dark Lady's or Thrall's job to deal with those kinds of dilemmas. The onus wasn't on him to steer the good ship back to port.