God, I'll offer you porridge!
"Get out!"
"Leave the kingdom, you traitors!"
"Fiendish faction, fuck far away forever!"
"Get banished!"
"Yeaaaah! Get banished!"
In the center of Semohr where a ginormous pillar pierced the sky, a group of Giants in black cloaks and covered faces were being yelled at by the masses.
They were kneeled on the ground with their heads bowed. Nobody could see their expressions or make out their response through their body language.
"Everyone, let's calm down for a while."
A man with a feisty mustache clapped his glove clad hand and said in a neutral tone. His voice wasn't overbearing, but the pressure emanating from him caused the crowd to turn silent.
The Giant bowed in front of the crowd while standing in front of the cloaked figures.
"I thank everyone's presence in the capital center, and am deeply moved by your interests in politics."