Grenn was trying to keep to himself as the others came in, thinking over what the recent news could do for him. Ella Hallore disturbed this slightly with the "Get a good night's sleep?" remark. It took him a moment to come from his deep thoughts to reply:
'As good as it gets after a day of hard riding my Lady. Good thing you are a refreshing sight.'
He conjured up an ugly smile and watched the others come in. Nodding to most absentmindedly but showing his surprise as Chugo came in. He knew the King implied that the Khargat might’ve shown up as a councillor but still… When the King started his speech he tuned in fully. It was even more widespread than he had thought. But the bigger shock was Bastien leaving. His eyes sought Lady Farwynd immediately, but he didn’t share her smile. He had just lost a player he was counting on and things had to change quick. He waited with stating a response to let the others speak first but after the Khargat.
‘Both speak of solving this rebellion, but we lack to address the cause. The idea that you are a ten-year-old boy that the rebels in question think too weak to act against them.’
Grenn paused a moment for effect and took that time to stand up.
‘The way things work now my King is that any good decision you make here is credited to your advisers or your uncle,’ Grenn indicated both with his hands ‘but any failure will be attributed to you. You need to get ahead of this and show that you are a strong and - just leader.’
The slight pause was indication enough that Grenn had the most experience with the former.
‘I would advise that you apply military pressure in person. Negotiate in person and battle in person if must be. These rebels have
nothing that can threaten you. Going in person leaves the Grand General free to supress any rebellion that might sprout in their wake, for this won’t be the last one until you address the idea of your weakness.’
Grenn eyed Lady Farwynd and then Chugo, keeping his eyes there with disdain.
‘And we can start now. Brevash, Comtè, Pelinque and Irva want to have a say in this world, be it through independence or a seat on
this table, mark my words, they will ask after they see your military might.’
He lifted his finger at that to understate his point, pointing it towards Chugo after
‘Didn’t he do the exact same? Disregard the fact that your Grace didn’t invite him here and trough presents and a good number of his savages threatening the peace to gain a say here?’
Grenn clenched his teeth, knowing he overshot himself, if only Bastien were here to fill this part of the role, but there were no take backs in this game.
‘That is what the provinces the Khargats have raided will think. While I think adviser Chugo belongs here it could save you or the Grand General a good number of trips if you send him away now. Couse despite that he came bearing gifts instead of arms, having him here shows that your will is workable, de Bey chose the carrot to do so, the rebels chose the stick.’
Grenn knew it was a long haul and that he needed the others to take over here if any of them thought the same, he opened his hands in a ‘I take my hands off’ way to indicate he was finished and looked around the table. Specifically looking for Lady Farwynd, Rurik and even the Grand General.
'As good as it gets after a day of hard riding my Lady. Good thing you are a refreshing sight.'
He conjured up an ugly smile and watched the others come in. Nodding to most absentmindedly but showing his surprise as Chugo came in. He knew the King implied that the Khargat might’ve shown up as a councillor but still… When the King started his speech he tuned in fully. It was even more widespread than he had thought. But the bigger shock was Bastien leaving. His eyes sought Lady Farwynd immediately, but he didn’t share her smile. He had just lost a player he was counting on and things had to change quick. He waited with stating a response to let the others speak first but after the Khargat.
‘Both speak of solving this rebellion, but we lack to address the cause. The idea that you are a ten-year-old boy that the rebels in question think too weak to act against them.’
Grenn paused a moment for effect and took that time to stand up.
‘The way things work now my King is that any good decision you make here is credited to your advisers or your uncle,’ Grenn indicated both with his hands ‘but any failure will be attributed to you. You need to get ahead of this and show that you are a strong and - just leader.’
The slight pause was indication enough that Grenn had the most experience with the former.
‘I would advise that you apply military pressure in person. Negotiate in person and battle in person if must be. These rebels have
nothing that can threaten you. Going in person leaves the Grand General free to supress any rebellion that might sprout in their wake, for this won’t be the last one until you address the idea of your weakness.’
Grenn eyed Lady Farwynd and then Chugo, keeping his eyes there with disdain.
‘And we can start now. Brevash, Comtè, Pelinque and Irva want to have a say in this world, be it through independence or a seat on
this table, mark my words, they will ask after they see your military might.’
He lifted his finger at that to understate his point, pointing it towards Chugo after
‘Didn’t he do the exact same? Disregard the fact that your Grace didn’t invite him here and trough presents and a good number of his savages threatening the peace to gain a say here?’
Grenn clenched his teeth, knowing he overshot himself, if only Bastien were here to fill this part of the role, but there were no take backs in this game.
‘That is what the provinces the Khargats have raided will think. While I think adviser Chugo belongs here it could save you or the Grand General a good number of trips if you send him away now. Couse despite that he came bearing gifts instead of arms, having him here shows that your will is workable, de Bey chose the carrot to do so, the rebels chose the stick.’
Grenn knew it was a long haul and that he needed the others to take over here if any of them thought the same, he opened his hands in a ‘I take my hands off’ way to indicate he was finished and looked around the table. Specifically looking for Lady Farwynd, Rurik and even the Grand General.