"My lords, you are all vassals of the Martel Family. You have sworn to fight for the Martel Family, and now, the Martel Family needs you to raise your swords against those detestable challengers."
Fulina's gaze swept across the room, taking in the assembled nobles, great and small, as she spoke with resounding conviction.
"My Lady, you have no need to worry! When the time comes, we'll shove our swords right up Damon Isely's arse, then fight our way into Kolon and rescue Lady Onaya!"
A burly, elderly nobleman boomed with laughter, clearly holding Damon in no regard.
"Old Jon, I shall look forward to it." Fulina smiled, not the least bit bothered by his crude language.
To a man, the nobles present voiced their agreement, and morale was soaring.
Once they had finished pledging their loyalty, Fulina spoke again. "I wonder, my lords, how do you view this war?"
