"Lord Alucand..." you snarled, "I don't care for either of your solutions. I'll find my own way to deal with the Malthinae..."
The look on Lord Alucand's face was devastating to behold.
"Is that so? Giljaras. Consider that by disobeying my mandate, you are essentially branding not only yourself, but also Drakreanor, as rogue Dragoners..."
"Which essentially makes me a traitor..." you finished for him.
Before you could go on, Drak shot his head forward.
Perhaps you don't care what comes out of your mouth Giljaras.... however, while we do have various troubles with authority, I very much would not like to be branded a traitor... cried Drakreanor.
You bit your tongue. All too often, you'd have those tirades of angry emotion that would get you in trouble; were it not for Drak, you'd have ended up in the dungeon. Yet you often felt that Drak took too much trouble to be conciliatory to the council, and that often put you at odds.
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