"I think we all prefer if we could proceed with effective steps toward peace," said Zayneth, the Habadian envoy. His voice carefully measured, though the exhaustion clinging to his features betrayed him.
Most surely dealing with Sorza, was not an easy thing,
considering he has been speaking for less than five minutes and yet he struck his own foot with an hoe.
Sorza meanwhile looked like a man who had just returned from being scolded behind closed doors, his expression heavy , almost like that of a whipped dog.
The envoys nodded in polite agreement as they retook their seats
Alpheo, however, had no intention of letting the moment slip past. He leaned forward in his chair, fingers drumming once against the wood before he spoke.
