Ted had issues with letting other people lead. The captains of the ships were elected based on their merits and expertise, but with social leadership, the high cor felt icky giving the proverbial helm away.
This tension got him funny looks as he micromanaged the crew in the absence of the actual captain, but no one dared to complain.
"You should get used to not being the ultimate authority in every field," Madorn chastised him. "What do you know about the management of an airship crew?"
"A lot more than I let you know," Ted growled. "People are people, flying or not."
"Still…isn't it only sensible to delegate certain things?"
"Shut up, you don't know anything about it, Madorn." Ted turned away.
There was a certain hostile feeling in the atmosphere due to the crammed sleeping quarters of the regular cultists. Arguments broke out every other hour, and Eknie tried to solve things with the dragons with such thin results that Ted considered just throwing every belligerent overboard.
