"... MY DAMNED DUTY! I know full well what oaths I have sworn, and if you dare suggest I neglect them I will see you struck out of the guild, if I can hold my blade that long. He still sits down there like a damned insect, gathering His resources while no one else is bothering to watch Him and YOU ARE NOT HELPING!"

**There is a four-second silence, followed by a deep breath**

"His Royal Majesty has more than enough people by his side to deal with the current situation. The Marshal has the Carsia situation under control, various other dwarf and elven allies have stepped forwards to fill the breach in our trade left by those dastards in Grom and if there's one thing Pagent is not incompetent at it's bloody research. Now, unless you are here to be bring me a copy of Trescothick's Chrono Essays, I suggest you get the hell out of my office.

Mistaken priorities my arse. Bloody Mhainite."