Prince Trivane Amedaius looks down at the ground, disgruntled and disappointed at the reactions of the glorified nobles.
He clenches a tight grasp upon the hilt of his battleaxe, then pulls up his head violently up at the crowd of people arguing before him; He begins to speak in a loud yet boisterous tone,
"SILENCE!" he gulps, pulling in air.
"You all are to blame for the inequities that have plagued Asulon's people. This will go on no longer! I may be of mere youth, but I must insist that this bickering is creating more problems by the second! Your statements are flawed and you speak of receiving pay but yet you do nothing for our people. You sit there, doing nothing, frolicking in your imaginary wealth! YOU SEE WHERE THIS HAS GOTTEN YOU!?"
He turns to Jullius and looks down at him from the pedestal,
"You! Ursolon is a fine man. He is intelligent and his voice is true! He cared for me upon my arrival to find my father, but all I see is you nobles issuing obscure demands upon these helpless people. What do you have to say about yourselves? I have seen you frolic long enough, doing nothing for the Seventis people! To think that you all requested pay. It is ridiculous at the amount of these petty demands! You're all FOOLS! Ursolon has goals for his settlement. You all deem yourself Lords, yet you do nothing. I tried to keep my anger pent up inside of me, but you make that increasingly difficult."
Trivane shakes his head to the side violently, stepping down from the pedestal. He throws his axe on the ground, fed up with the noble's demands and criticisms.