“...Honourable High Lords, Lords, I think you misinterpret the severity of the issue. I am quite sure we will all suffer if we allow things to continue as they are,” Lord Jarin said, his voice slurred somewhat as he slouched in his high-backed seat, his honey-light hair slick and shimmering from the light streaming through the open side of the Private Council Tower’s room. “Our Lord teryn most of all, again, sorry for your loss.” His arrogant smile irked Teryn intensely, “but I don’t know how a man who has lost most of his offspring could survive without my Westguard wine coursing through your veins, say you not?”
                “If your summer wine would have won us the war you could be confident of my full endorsement, Lord Jarin, as such it is not so. I will not throw my resources into wine cups, unless you would consent to a trade of some sort. Say, some of your soldiers to take up guard duty?” Lord Teryn pressed his point, “What say you to those terms?” He looked about the room, “I think we can all agree the Barbarans are now considered a threat after what they have done to us.”
                It was Lord Theran who spoke up then, a strong figure with his dark shorn hair and hooded eyes. “Normally old friend, I would be agreeing with you, however the corsairs are proving more cunning than ever—“
                “—yes that is true isn;t it, I heard the fabled blackbirds of Corvaine have allowed sharks to slip down the Whiteraven, Would the Honourable High Lord of Eastguard like a cup of wine to soothe those pains? I imagine the sharks bite quite hard after all.” Lord Jarin let out a low laugh. “Oh that is right, the high taxation on wine has left that venture unprofit—“
                “Must I remind you Lord Jarin of the expenses to the crown, providing compensation to the families of those with loved ones lost? Least of all the cost of the upcoming Century Tournament. I think your grapevines can wait.” Lord Ethen spoke, as he thumbed through a list in his book, his reading glasses perched on his nose, his bald head shining. “Most went to Northguard too, if I remember rightly, Lord Teryn.” He slammed the book shut. “And with corsairs freely raiding now, more money is being lost. Oh Honourable High Lords, you do make my job so much more exciting.”
                “My Lord of Courts raises some most valid points, we are each of us failing the realm, and here you squabble, as fishermen arguing over who has caught the most rotten fish.” The King spoke, standing up. “Meanwhile Lord Ethen, if you are incapable of performing your duties as Treasurer of the Realm, should I begin searching for a new one?” He bared down on him. Lord Teryn held much respect for his King, despite his young age, he had proven himself strong and defiant.
                Lord Ethen squirmed in his seat. “Of course not Your Majesty, I would not burden you.”
                “Good. Now what says my Honourable High Lords, and Lords?”

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