[center][h2]Lord Demotoriaus of Lordea[/h2][/center]

For the entirety of the council, Lord Demotoriaus had sat with complacency held close as the others spoke their piece. Demotoriaus, himself, was fine with most of the subjects brought about until the pastor had spoken in which a greater tax had been suggested. Being of peasant birth, the lord knew of how taxes were not something to be trifled with, a thin balance between what is good and what would cause rebellion. “My liege, I do not believe that the Parnal power gain addition gold at the expense of us. While I do agree that the Templar would crave the blood of the wretched Orcs, if they truly wished to field them then mayhaps they should not field them all at once.”

The eyes of the man shit over to the pastor before returning to his king, speaking once more with a rather neutral tone, “Additionally, if they cannot afford to maintain these Templars then perhaps they should consider disbanding some of these elite forces.” Demotoriaus crossed his arms while speaking, his voice growing colder as he continued, “How are we to be taxed because the Parnal powers wish to make war? If you ask me, the powers should be the final bastion of defense of our great Kingdom if our armies would fail or should we request their aid.  That is my only suggestion as of now.”