There was another pause from Do'rhajul, his eyes not drifting from the table in front of him. "No, there is no one here who does not have a right to be angry at me. My explanations serve only to give context to my actions, not to excuse them. I can say only that, if my death would somehow bring the souls of your people back from Vile's realm, I would drag the knife across my throat myself. But, that is not the case, so I must fight instead."

Most of the clan leaders, Meesei included, had already begun to dig in to their portions of the feast, but there was no question that everyone in earshot had been listening intently to Do'rhajul. The fact that their conversations became notably louder once he stopped was merely one piece of evidence for it. 

If there was one, more positive observation for Meesei to make, it was that many members of their clan at the other tables did not seem so focused on the politics of it all. Do'rhajul's defection might have been a surprise for many and a concern for some, but most were behaving as Meesei would have expected for a feast. In particular, there were many scrambling at the chance to try a dragon's flesh for themselves. Ignoring political concerns among the leadership, the feast was going quite well.