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"Fools? You think me to be a ruler of halfwits? You push your luck me with Alara, very few can speak to me in such a way." Narek tried to speak in as quiet of an angry voice as he could, which would be a normal voice. Such a woman in his courts would be done away with if she were to speak to the king in this way. Controlling when and how he should speak, declining alliances, placing humans above him. What could he do really? Again he could break free and run away, but that might hinder his reputation. Being captured was bad enough but not killing everyone would be no remedy.

He placed his hands over his face and let out a disgruntled sigh, then brought his hands back down on the table. "What would you have me do, dress like a jester and dance around while telling humorous jokes? Play a myriad of instruments to the judges content? Perhaps throw my self onto the floor and ask for eternal forgiveness." He did not take kindly to the idea of being judged when he was the greater being. Does this judge know of the early Chinese way of torture? The judgment passed upon heathens for unrighteous beliefs? Has he read of the wise kings of old that could tell a worm from a giraffe and call them equal? All of these Narek knew since he was a new born, how could a foolish human give just punishments if he could not laugh at a rose but also be hurt by its' thorns.