The Fury of Honest Men - Part 1

It seemed to be a genuine heartfelt question. It seemed to be the question of a man desperately trying to understand those who stood in front of him. His eyes were searching, almost mad, as he looked from noble to noble, trying to find something in them that he could resonate with. Oliver might not have understood everything that he said, but he knew enough to know that this wasn't about Oliver Patrick, not any longer.

"Are there fools among you that still think our country to be strong? Indeed, we have our Generals, and they can command great armies, and they might even pull off a miracle and keep our borders safe for the next ten, or even twenty years. But the Stormfront tradition is an old one. The General always keeps with him a Sword. Did you think nothing of it, when the two finest Swords in our Kingdom's history were wasted?"

Now the crowd grew truly uncomfortable. This speech was bordering on treasonous.