His mother, though he'd never known her in that role, was choosing his enemies over him.
"I see," Jorghan said finally, his voice completely emotionless.
"Wait a few minutes, I will deal with you in a bit."
He turned away from Grace and addressed the remaining assembled group.
"I'm going to handle this systematically. One group at a time. That will give each of you time to reflect on your choices and their consequences."
*
Jorghan looked at the three Faerasa clan representatives who stood together near the right side of the platform. They wore their diplomatic finery, formal robes that blended traditional Elven styling with Earth business aesthetics, and golden ornaments marking their status as ambassadors.
They were young by elven standards, probably only two or three centuries old, and their expressions showed growing understanding of just how badly they'd miscalculated the situation.
"Faerasa clan," Jorghan addressed them directly.
