Lotho had many objections, but the more he reflected over Fyrwal's words, the stupider his arguments sounded even to him. Yet it was the memory of Feela's severed corpse that sealed the deal.
"You make a fine point. I'll support your proposal with the Council, but I can't guarantee it will be accepted or even taken into consideration. You don't have to convince us plant folk, but the Emperor Beasts.
"They are going to be less receptive to your straightforward oratory and more outraged by your utter disregard for the Council's traditions. I suggest that when you give them this speech, you choose your words carefully and switch to a more conciliatory tone."
"Damn, you are right." Fyrwal groaned. "It's exactly the reason I washed my hands of the Council and the Kingdom for the past 700 years. I'm too old for this shit."
