[Initial pleasantries dispensed with, Zarkon nods and returns to his work. Holding up the tree takes strength, but it's no great effort for him, even if it's not the kind of effort he's used to. He waits—having tried to do this by himself, he's mindful of the fact that it's not a quick task. When Coran speaks, he steps back experimentally, ready to take hold of the tree if it seems unsteady.]
It stands.
[To give it a little extra help, he shovels some more dirt into place himself, before straightening to address Coran again.]
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It stands.
[To give it a little extra help, he shovels some more dirt into place himself, before straightening to address Coran again.]
On to the next one, Advisor.