looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

[gael]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine kept his cool -- calm gaze level even as order continued to fail.  This chaos was unprofessional.  Disappointing at it's very core.

Gael focused on Vale, brows creased; the most disappointing of the argument as a whole. "Do you only listen to half of my words, Aston?"  His ear twitched dismissively, shaking his head.  Zey were too stubborn to see it was a compromise, if taken in steps.  "I will not see lives lost to your shortsightedness."

The Pitt hardly needed another struggle for power; much less in front of a stranger.  Gael possessed no intentions of being a tyrant, but he would not fight for some arrogant lion's amusement.  In truth, if the Pitt demanded a new leader, he'd give it one, but not in this reckless, foolish, discourse -- nor would he trust it in the claws of someone like Vale.

Both Trygve and Sweeny presented more cause to show restraint, impressing the Ardent, though his attention soon shifted; fixed on the simple fact Stryker had been the culprit to Trygve's dramatic injuries.  Ice cold rage built in his eyes. What fool thought they could request aid after harming a member of the group they sought aid from?

"Now this is enough.  We can discuss our policies at a later time, in full," he announced with cold finality, stepping besides Jack.  The Marauder spoke true -- a poor job of it. "But I have no intentions of aiding someone who has assaulted one of our own.  You have overstayed your welcome, Stryker."

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby