Demotoriaus listened intently to Lord Gerantius who promised swift action against the greenskins should the man become king, something he was all for. Yet, Lord James Conrad, the man he voted for originally, would only delay an attack against the orc menace which fueled a small rage within the young lord, finding that only action would prove useful in their crusades. He looked between Gerantius and Conrad for a few moments, before he heard Sforza voice his concerns regarding the subject of the Crusade. “Yes! We must take the fight against those vile beasts! Every moment we wait they will multiply and when they breed they will overtake us in a night!,” Demotoriaus roared, his fight against the orcs had not been extinguished in his time as a noble. He had slammed his hands onto the table, a fire roaring in both his eyes and his voice as he spoke, “We have the advantage as the savages flee into their homes! We must press it and slay their leader!”

The man soon realized that he spoke out of line, quickly he composed himself and let out a cough to clear his throat. “Sorry,” John muttered, seating himself once more as he looked between the two candidates. He supposed more questions would be in order before he could make any decision now as his vote for Conrad had suddenly evaporated right before his eyes. “I shall relinquish my vote for now. I wish to know more,’ Demotoriaus looked back to Lord Conrad for a moment.

“You say you wish to stabilize the realm against internal threats. Might I ask, what internal threats could you possibly mean? There are no rebellions currently, as far as I know no lords plan to question the realm’s legitimacy as a Kingdom, and certainly there is no vile thing plotting any of our downfalls currently.”