"You young bloods are all far too hot headed. Only a few months ago, we could not have dreamed of standing in the Imperial Capital, while the Imperials fled the city. And yet here you are, complaining that you could not shed your own blood in capturing this city.
You should be celebrating the fact that so many lives were spared, not acting like toddlers who couldn't join in on playtime." Vaya stepped out of the shadows on one side of the room, his silver hair ornaments clinking together, his heavy brows were drawn close together in anger, and his thin lips were held tightly together, in a clear sign of disapproval.
The other Masters grumbled a little under their breaths, but Vaya was the most senior of all of them.
