(Hm...I'm gonna add in some characters at the meeting to speed up dialogue a bit, haha. I'll add his profile to the OOC soon~)<br/><br/>Jala slumped back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. "My kountry iz no vacation spot for you," she frowned, mumbling more to herself than anyone else, "If we 'ad known<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>were sulking about, the people would have crushed you. Jou threaten our very way ov life."<br/><br/>"Oh?" came another voice angrily, directing attention to a male of pale skin. The man appeared positively breakable in his fancy clothing and frail frame, and for most of the meeting so far he had been leaning<span style="font-style: italic">away</span>from Jala who merely snorted and ignored him anyways. The two were enemies, to say the least--neighboring countries that didn't get along. Astin hailed from a much more civilized nation, to say the least, which abhorred the rather run-down state of affairs the Kydrans seemed to enjoy living in. He was one of the many who had been leaning away from the Prince, making a rather snobbish and disgusted face.<br/><br/>"I was unaware that your country of<span style="font-style: italic">savages</span>even had lives to begin with, with the way you carry on with yourselves," he snapped, flinging his gloved hand in the air in disgust, "How on earth would you know what would threaten the ways of life of other countries? Especially those<span style="font-style: italic">superior</span>to yours."<br/><br/>Jala growled, slamming her fist against the table and shaking it effectively. "I<span style="font-style: italic">dare</span>you to zay that to me on the battlefield, you<span style="font-style: italic">koward</span>. You're no more likely to be surviving an attack from Zlayer than<span style="font-style: italic">we</span>are!"<br/><br/>Astin snorted, rolling his eyes and glancing to the Prince.<br/><br/>"Please, whatever you do, don't allow this<span style="font-style: italic">brute</span>to speak for the rest of us," he sighed, shaking his head and leaning back a bit. There were a few murmurs of agreement, as well as murmurs of threats against Astin.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Quit it, we're not here to fight each other for cry-eye! We're trying to save our <span style="font-weight: bold">existence!</span></span>one man whispered feverishly.