"What has our differences got to do with the issue on ground?" One of the Nobles asked, his long mount pointed in the direction of the Family Lords. "I mean, it's their duty to fight and ours to rule, isn't that so?" The long mouthed figure added with a click of his tongue.
He looked like a rat, hair scarcely available on his head and even his brows seemed to have been shaved off. They were missing! Despite the luxurious embroidered black and silver robe he wore, he didn't look like a figure who'd felt wealth for years.
"What you've just said is only half correct." Great Elder White Fang pointed out. This time, he took slow strides towards the man who'd just spoken. "Duke Rito, it is indeed the role of Nobles like you to rule." The Great Elder sighed as he stood behind the man who'd just spoken against the Lords who simply remained quiet so the Great Elder could handle it.
