- Royal Institue of Science and Progress Executive Conference Hall
"You cant just do that Fin?!" exclaimed Hamit angrily. The meeting was taking tolls on everyone present, and the constant bickering of any involved in discussion was understandibly annoying everyone. Around the table Dwarves sat with exhausted looks on their faces, or just buried in their arms. Most were too bored eith the proceedings, or too self-concerned to really worry about the topic, but they had all seen Fin in this sort of situation. As persuasive as Hamit could be, Fin would come out as the victor. If not through cunning through force. The current argument? The increased size of escort that caravans would need to safely voyage outside of the Coalitions territory. "I'm all for safety Fin, but we've reached a point where profits will be squandered on troops we dont need! Anymore more men being sent with a convoy, and we'll be reduced to a crawl. To the point your suggesting we might as well not trade at all." he said while motioning his hands all over the place, his neighbors ducking down to avoid his arms.
"Oh, but Hamit I'm not doing a thing." he said sliding his palms across the edge of the table and back again. "I'm merely suggesting to the council that our latest information says there is a higher risk in the world these days, and extra protection would be avisable. The outlying nations can be quite violent towards outsiders, and I, for one, worry about the safety of our merchants!" he said in a pleasing and smooth voice, but a vicious glint in his eyes. To him it was easy to justify anything that would lead to someone else's coffers being emptied.
"Dev.... Or better yet Sazlin! Please explain to your brother the finer point of troop movement as compared to that of my merchants!" Hamit said with a bemused look on his face, thinking the argument was his.
As Sazlin looked beside him to Dev, who then gave a slight nod for him to proceed, he cleared his throat, but as he was about to begin he caught the face of Fin, and faltered. A chill ran through his spine from the look of disguised hatred Fin wore. Sazlin knew the risks of being problematic for his younger brother, and while he addressed the entire council his gaze never strayed very far from Fin's. "Well Hamit, while there is merit in what you've said, I think given the circumstances it'd be best not to overlook this decision-" he'd have gone further but was promptly interuppted by hamit slamming his hands on the table.
"Circumstances!? What damn circustance do you mean you beardless half elf?! I've heard nothing that even remotely constitutes this level of reaction!" he roared. His face changin from a flustered red, to an deep purple.
Sazlin was left with his jaw hanging he couldn't come up with a decent enough lie, and it was showing in the worse way. He stuttered for several seconds before finaly Fin stepped in to take over."I think what the good general was trying to say is that there are report coming in from all around us. Treachery, assassination plots, and raids. why there was already an attempt on the governor of Haldrin's life I'm sure you've heard. Though if you hadn't that would explain a thing or two." he said as he shrugged and once again relaxed his shoulders. Some of the other clan leaders and governors piped in with ifle conversation on this topic, but Fin and Hamit stayed locked onto each other. Hamit with the alcohol fueled rage all too common on his face, and Fin with the now emotionless slate betraying nothing to a soul. Finaly one of the council suggested to put the matter to a vote. Whichassuaded mostly everyone (with the exception of Hamit) after the votes were cast, and onve they were being counted there fell a heavy atmosphere of suspence inside the room. Few sounds were made except the scraping of parchment paper.
"The vote falls in favor of additional troops." stated a young represenative in a neutral sort of voice. Immediately Hamit exploded into a furious rage, throwing his chair across the room, and rocking the table before storming out of the conference hall. Moments of silence passed with some speculating how often this sort of thing happened, and how the chairs should really be bolted into the floor for everyone's sake. They sat like that for what seemed like an eternity until Fin spoke again.
"Now then. Onto other business." but even after the meeting had concluded Fin would still wear the grin of his victory, and the glint in his eye would shine even brighter to onlookers.