Geoffrey tried his best to hold back the laughter rising from his stomach, but let out a slight snicker as the nobleman cast his rage onto the table, the force shaking the wood all the way to where Geoffrey sat, enough to cause a ripple in the little wine remaining in his goblet. He reached forward to finish his drink, pondering another remark, just as the Onyxian sent forth his rebuttal, finger pointed straight at him.

The attack sent more than a few Confederates to their feet, blood boiling on either side now. Geoffrey's smirk turned to a scowl, though he tried his best to keep his composure - then again, regardless of his actions henceforth, he was bound to be in for quite the licking from his superiors after this had ceased. The young lieutenant shot back his drink, raising his cup to call forth a servant for more booze - by the spirits, if he was in for a rumble, he had better be in the right mind for one!

[color=f26522]"Aye, the life of a Confederate calls for some deal of effort, opposed to the lounging of a bejeweled bulging beast! Tell me, good sir, how many poor sods were left squashed while they heaved you up the mountain pass? Bah, no matter, I'm sure you sent letters home to their wives with your deepest sympathy, after rummaging through their pockets!"[/color] Geoffrey's cup was again filled, and he drank deeply of it before staring down the nobleman, his lips curling to a maniacal grin. He heard shouting coming from the far end of the table, the few merchants and businessmen who had previously been merrily singing with one another now in the midst of a great fight themselves. He just hoped that the presence of Lord Grimm and his two daughters kept the physical brawling at bay. Geoffrey set his focus back toward his opponent, waiting for a response.

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