Wiping down his face, Draegul tries to calm himself as he exhales.
"My lord..." He pauses, trying his best to think of his next words and how he could construct them in a way that would be meaningful.
Starting with his grudges, he raises his head and takes a glance at the remaining tribal heads.
Although he did try to be anonymous about his words, his gaze fixated on Vanas and a few times on Mich or Aster had been a warning sign for the three.
"I am not much of a talker..."
Hisha nods his head, understandably he was better off than the two who still sat silently with nods in agreement with Draegul's words.
"I hate disturbances and wish to live simply..."
Draegul tilts his head as he stares at Vanas with an evil glint flashing in his eyes, "any who ticks me off gets their fair share."
Vanas couldn't help but feel amused by the words, winking in his direction.
