When the gathered patriarchs heard her words, they grew senseless from frustration and spite. Who here among them did not have things they desperately needed to protect? Who here did not have aspirations they wished to achieve? Who here was any different than her?! Yet here she was, their supposed saviour, turning her fangs on them, her supposed allies.
'And what vicious fangs they were, striking them at their lowest and leaving them no avenue of retreat.' They thought in heart wrenching self deprecation.
But while some were wallowing in woeful regret, already accepting their fate and simply awaiting the final verdict; whatever it may be, a few of the more crafty ones were already weighing their options and measuring their coming words to better survive the coming storm, not only here but in the wider Murathicus lands, that were undoubtedly going to forever change.
