Unable to take it anymore, you shove all the books aside, cursing. Cursing not only the books, but that heinous Moderator who had created the Malthinae. "Drak, why did we even have to go to other worlds to recruit warriors? It would only be wasting time!!" you complain.
"But Gil, we have to go somewhere, because one, we don't have enough manpower at our current state, and secondly, the elders would be extremely pissed to hear you don't want to go" Drak warned. Screw them!! Every time you followed the elders' ideas, it only screwed things up!! Besides, if they had listened to you, Draconia would've been prepared for the war!!
"Drak, don't you think we should have some faith in the guys we have? I think it's just that the weyrleaders don't know how to fight this war properly that is causing us to lose!!" you call, stomping the ground.
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