Tristan has not yet fully grasped the situation, but he knows things have become more complicated.
With the previous mayor dead, that means he needed Uriel's aid more than ever. Unfortunately, the lazy bum decided to hide behind his many imaginary duties.
This development only annoyed him even more. He was still angry about how the mayor came so late to the last battle.
Tristan raised his voice and decided to demand instead of politely ask, but it appears the fat elf only got more defensive about it. To add salt to the wound, even his wife had started to defend him.
Urgh… Tristan realized that he was too easily angered these days.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Anger would only make it harder to use his brain.
