Arthur snaps toward Balrog, glaring at him. "Your right, I shouldn't treat a nationless vagabond like yourself as my equal. I was just being nice" Then hold up a finger to let Balrog know that he shalt be interrupted. "and save your empty tough guy threat, we get it your daddy didn't love you. Now I have a job to do tonight, and I don't want to waste my spells on the likes of you. What I need you to do is put on you big boy pants and ready your troops for the invasion, and try to be professional." Regaining his composer Arthur continues "This is a serious matter and we don't need you causing us any grief. I'm sure Lord Maestri agrees." He turns to Maestri and bows.