With a sigh, Gromgard lightly grabbed Light's arm to remove himself from her grasp. If she started to argue, he'd put a finger to her lips. He had something to say.

[color=f1f101]"What most of you fail to realize,"[/color] Gromgard began, his voice harsh but quiet, and slowly getting louder, [color=f1f101]"is that village may prove vital in securing a foothold into greater things."[/color] He stood as looked over the Chapter Lords that had neither failed to arrive nor left prematurely. [color=f1f101]"I cannot speak for Sable Lord Rodias, nor do I intend to, but all I see is a bunch of blithering idiots who want to do whatever to please their Lord. The simplest solution would be to send a small party of replaceable fodder. I suggested sending my goblins to scout because I have a small team of goblins that were trained for that specific focus. I believe our primary objective currently should be information gathering. Ransacking, destroying, or enslaving the town would tell us nothing of what the rest of the world would be like.

"I'm not saying all the ideas I heard are stupid. The doll had a good idea that just needs to be well thought out and planned. If you wish to fight amongst each other over Sable Lord Rodias' favor, be my guest, but I'll take no part in your idiocy. I deal with enough of that with my goblins."[/color] He sighed before nodding to Rodias and Salem, returning to the seat that had once belonged to his creator. Despite how much he missed her, he would fight to keep order among the chaos of the Chateau.

It was then one of the goblins, Gromgard couldn't remember the name of this particular young one. He rushed to the table, breathing heavily. With a bow, he spoke. "Lord Gromgard, two of our number has disappeared."

[color=f1f101]"Which ones?"[/color] Gromgard demanded, a slight growl in his throat.

"Penn and Shill." the goblin spat out quickly.

Gromgard slammed his head into the table. [color=f1f101]"Of course, the artists. Let them wander for now. They'll either get killed or return with more pictures."[/color]

The goblin nodded before running from the room, afraid for his brethren.

Gromgard returned his attention to the others in the room.

If any of the others knew him at all, they'd know he rarely spoke. It was unheard of for him to speak more than a sentence at a time.