It takes all of Geron's incredibly-limited self-control to avoid calling for an immediate charge to slaughter every single member of the procession for this insult. Or better yet put them to the cruelest torments he can devise.

He doesn't know why he doesn't, they deserve it for this slight. All he'd have to do is snap his fingers and Squarehammer would wade into combat so Geron could find out how many ways there were to skin a cat.

But he stays his hand. And instead scoffs at the command.

"And why should I obey a being too weak to rule alone? Each of you has eight rivals still alive, decide amongst yourselves who's in charge before you go around ordering others around."