Bute scoffed into a chuckle. "Blast me, but those old Cloudsdale aristocrats like to play by the formal rules of nobility, don't they? Ah, well..." He watched along with the rest of the crowd as the attack-scene was repeated again in the distance. "...I suppose the Growlers have got plenty of trinkets to hoof out if they like, anyways. I've heard their weapons cache is the size of their brewery's whole cellar."