Pacified | "Grasputin!" The army general stormed into the plain room, a contrast between the royal filigrees of the other palace rooms.
"How DARE you siphon away forces from the streets to watch over an insignificant dragon threat, without even so much as consulting me! I DEMAND you explain yourself! This instant!"
The cleric noted his anger, then looked out of the window and saw the tranquility of the leviathans. Such ire should not be reciprocated.
"Please look outside, general. I trust that you can see the hysteria this dragon has created." As always, Grasputin's tone was soft and passive, always resisting violence.
The general snorted in open disgust.
"That is no excuse to even discuss it, yet alone do it without my permission! You may have Lady Tendrillia under your mangy cups, but if you think everyone else is, you better think again!"
The general's harassment was met with a stoic smile.
"I can understand why you're angry, general. Please understand, though, that the people are happier as a result of the bulked forces in the north, warding off any danger of a monstrous, winged lizard."
There was a pause, of both sentence and tension.
Grasputin followed up. "What is the point of an army that does not keep the peace?"
The general flustered. The dolphins twirled. The servants calmly walked. For a moment, it seemed that the only rage in this world was the general.
"You have no right to meddle in my affairs."
"I'm afraid not. My apologies, general. I only did what I thought the people wanted."
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The general sighed. He had nothing to say.
"I hope that I was right." Grasputin broke the silence with a calming tone. Despite all the allegations and sudden rise to power, it was just impossible to be angry at the cleric for long.
Another long pause.
... "Fine, you were right."
"Thank you, general. You're more than capable to continue, but is my assistance needed?"
...Yet another long pause. The incandescent rage inside of the general but a few minutes ago had diminished entirely. He quietly left, equal parts frustrated and satisfied.
Grasputin, waiting for the doors to shut, let out a long but quiet laugh.
Fool.
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