Deducting the Living Deity of Fertility and his Void Acolytes, there were around 19 mortals inside the captain's cabin who were brought by Zyra to be present listening to this discussion and share their thoughts if they need to voice it.
Although, 7 people out of the 19 were currently taken away to be treated due to the exposure to the wicked language that conceptually exists beyond mortal comprehension, leaving only 12 people on the other side of the table.
'Even though she is viewing me as her deity, the majority of these people aren't yet. Making the two of us sit on the opposite side of each other under equal position, which will dissipate the rumors and biased interpretation that their Admiral is a coward and a pushover,' Yroa thought as his smile glinted under the lantern lighting. 'A good choice to prevent hierarchy from breaking and to keep the morale afloat.
Sorry for the single mini chapter, I'm still heavily preoccupied by works.