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In the later evenings within the Talon Court the streets were quiet as a crowd mustered in the Rainbow Hall, at the throne sat the teal brutish figure of Cro-Zzhin. His eyes darted between the gathering, a small frog whispering in his ear before the assembly began.
- Brang Brang -
An oafish Sa-Allar slammed his mallet against a large disc which hung off a stand, people quieted to the noise and looked upon the Cro-Allar at his throne.
"Welcome, welcome. May my words reach the ears of both competitors and allies. That is after all what these... Dictums serve as. My words - and mark my words they shall be heard."
He rose out of the throne, his complexion exasperated by the torch light, grim.
"To the House Viduggla, you ravaged my homeland before you left. A quaint business deal gone awry, all due to spiteful behavior. You ruined the landscape, sent the civilian life astray, and for that I will demand a reckoning. You will payback the damages you've done to the occupation zone on your way out, or suffer the consequences."
- Krsssh -
He growled, kicking over a vase scattering its pieces across mosaic tiles which clicked underneath his clawed feet.
"Digmaan Yaotl has spoken."
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