"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Verdrak suddenly burst into loud laughter, rocking his head back while his pointy beards shook fervently. Everyone looked in his direction.
"Can you believe this?!" he bellowed like a man who had been told the funniest joke ever. "How do we even let this scoundrel speak this way in front of us? He just stood there and proclaimed that the truce we made with the Second World never happened."
His laughter abruptly ended, a sign it was never even real in the first place, and he glared right at Lancet. Almost through him even. "We must imprison him and punish him at once!"
Lancet gave him a pointed look that showed he wasn't at all moved by the man's exaggerated antics and obvious attempts to silence him. This angered Verdrak the more.
"That will be enough of that, Verdrak," Obel warned, giving the man beside him a cold leer.
Verdrak gave his friend and superior a disbelieving look. "But Obel. He stands there and insults us. We made the truce ourselves."
