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Markos stormed forwards to the Council round table, and slammed to large palms flat on it's surface, sending an echo through the chamber. He was sick of the squabbling and the pettiness of the men who were supposed to lead this nation and his comrades.

"I served this Empire for twenty years." The Nord growled, low in his throat, but loud enough for all to hear. "And all it got me was a ruined family and a farm in the back end of no where.  I serve myself when I set out to kill Goriyn Mortis.  His death is just a fortunate byproduct for you."

"So give me your overrated stamp of approval and I'll have his head on your desk in the blink of an eye, the wound from my axe still fresh."

He finished by shoving away from the table, and looking around, daring one of the many nobles to challenge him. He was a man with nothing to lose, which made him dangerous beyond his own means.