Astiroth sat there and listened as other bickered and argued about trust. It was getting annoying. The fact the he was witnessing emotions that he would have to mimic wasn't making anything easier. 

Astiroth took his sheathed katana and pushed it into the groundark long ways to lean on it. "If I may speak. No one here is asking the right question." He said gazing at the others. He then pointed to the onestorage in the back. "The reason they aren't standing with us is for one particular reason. You haven't given us what we need. Now I get it, need more magic, I'm pretty sure everyone here knows that. What we need to know is where and how to get it. If I was told that, I'd be more inclined to believe you and I'm sure it would let the others know you aren't fooling around."

Astiroth waited for his questions to be answered. Needing more power was obvious, but how and where to get it was something that they all desperately needed to know.