334 Infiltration [2]

"I propose for Waylan Roshfield to be exiled from Henlour."

A rough voice echoed inside of the hall.

The owner of the voice was a dwarf who sat on the right side of the semi-circular table. He had light grey hair, a long beard, and his face was filled with wrinkles. His bushy thick brows were currently locked into a tight frown as he glared at Waylan who was standing in the middle of the hall.

The more he looked at Waylan, the darker his face became. 

Raising his hand, he pointed at him and looked towards the other dwarfs sitting on the table. 

"Because o' his incompetence we now have a huge liability on our back. In fact, we may very well have lost tha war!"

Spit flew from the dwarf's mouth as he spoke. 

Everyone in the hall could feel the anger in the dwarf's voice as he spoke.

Leaning back, he threw a disdainful look towards Waylan. 

"I'm already being generous enough by nae proposing his execution!"