The Gallic Seigneurs

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Eleónore would sigh heavily, shaking her head as Felix fired potshots toward Joseph. She'd stand up from her seat and throw her hands into the air before raising her voice.


Is this really the time to be arguing about who is the best to provide food? I don't care where it comes from, the people on Metz are starving and are likely on the verge of a full on revolution! I'll end up eating scraps with the rats at this rate!


She'd sit herself back down, grasping the glass of whiskey she had sitting on a small table next to her seat, proceeding to drink from it. She'd cast a glance around the hall and compose herself once more.


I'm in agreement with Felix regarding our other option. Ships. We need them. Many of our ships are former Council vessels which are simply not up to standard, my own flagship among them. We can look at more permenant options when things are much less dire.