The sound of a closed fist meeting solid oak echoed through the sealed chamber like a crack of thunder from a clear sky.
"In what fucking brothel did that coward find a whore with a skirt big enough to hide under while he pulled this shit!" Edric roared, his face a mask of purple fury. He paced the length of the room, his two sets of teeth grinding against each other with the sound of a hydraulic press crushing bone. "Attacking caravans bearing the insignia? We ought to take that falcon and shove it so far up Sorza's crownless arse he tastes iron for a month! Had I found that little shit at Apurvio, I would have shown him exactly what happens to runners!Fucking Swift foot!"
"Calm the fuck down, Edric," Asag's voice cut through the air, heavy and immovable as an anchor dropped into a storm. "It is a fool's venture to make decisions while drowning in anger. We need an answer born of calm minds, not bile."
