“Hah!” Henri barked, putting his cup down. “That’s always been your problem Karl. You cubs new to the table always think you’re so prim and proper,” Henri said, looking hard at the duke, who bristled. His family had worked hard to gain the position he now enjoyed. He knew it was not to everygriffon’s liking. Henri, however, had always been reserved in his judgement of the duke. Despite his reputation as a drunkard, he normally kept his opinions to himself. This outburst was unlike him… and worrying for other reasons entirely.