[center][h1][color=crimson]Layna Marie Farwynd[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
Layna sat back in her chair, brought one leg over the other and simply watched as one after the other, advisors stood up and 'offered' their thoughts on the matter of the rebellion. Her eyes calmly and carefully sized up each speaker, in an effort to construct profiles for each advisor.

The old man from Andaluja for example. From the way he spoke to the way he carried himself in front of the Council, Layna could easily deduce that the geezer had zero knowledge or experience in the ways of the Court. Of course, that could all be an elaborate cover so as to make others underestimate him, but Layna doubted it. The man was so old that if he did, in fact, had previous experiences with administration and such other things, his demeanor would be the total opposite of what he projected. Nevertheless, the scholar did have vast theoretical knowledge over most things known, that much she would admit.

After Laxion finished with his speech, in which he very elaborately described a very basic tactic that's probably been used countless times since the birth of Kingdoms and Dynasties, it was the Khargat's turn to voice his opinion. Layna hadn't missed the look he gave her back when he entered the room. At that time she had merely chosen to ignore the barbarian scum, but now he went and talked about treachery. [color=crimson][i]"Hah! The one whose nation's history is riddled with countless backstabbings and betrayals in the pursuit of power talks about treachery! Of all things! Where has the world come to..."[/i][/color]

Layna sighed and closed her eyes, choosing to once again ignore the Khargat and all the garbage that came out of his mouth. Once he was finished and sat down silently, Layna's face donned a pleasant smile. [color=crimson][i]"Ah, it's finally over. And here I was thinking he would talk for another twenty minutes or so. Seems like I overestimated him..."[/i][/color]

Layna opened her eyes right when Grenn stood up to speak. She had mixed feelings about the man from Driftmark. Apparently, he was pretty well-known in his province and as such, news of his achievements, as well as his notoriety, had made their way to Belintash as well. He was known for leading his mercenary group, the Iron Sovereigns, with an iron fist and steel determination. Rumor also had it that he was the one behind many a village torchings, but that had yet to be proven. Nevertheless, that kind of character was exactly what Layna was looking for, and so when she caught his meaningful look, she got the message and finally stood up to speak as well.

She cast her eyes briefly on all the relevant people present in the room before setting them on the king. [color=crimson][b]"Your majesty, I'm afraid I'll have to agree with master Albraght on this matter. These rebels think of you, and pardon my rudeness, as unfit to rule. 'Tis a title that you will not be able to be rid of easily. Those counts and dukes that instigated the rebellion all think of you, and to a lesser extend the Kingdom itself as weak and easy to pick on. They are like the hyenas residing in the vast grasslands between the central province of Emperiat and the province of Serrath."[/b][/color] Layna paused and glared at Chugo. [color=crimson][b]"Once they get the slightest idea of their prey weakening, they instantly pounce on it. Needless to say, those rebels are not the only ones taking after said animal..."[/b][/color] She said and turned her attention back to the young king.

[color=crimson][b]"As such, I believe a direct approach is the best possible approach we can take on this matter."[/b][/color] Layna bowed her head slightly to show that she was finished and sat back in her chair.