There should have been guards at the door. This was not the time. In such a short space of time, Montoya had become so aggravated about the whole situation of diplomacy. It was always the independent hotheads giving the rest of the Corsairs a bad name. Nothing had been done until now. He was sure of doubt arising within the Brotherhood of his actions, which was presumably why Lucendez was standing in front of him.
There was always one who wanted to talk.
And possibly many more with a gun behind their back.
"I expected as much brother. The sanctity of the council chambers has been disturbed by your entrance, as have the ancient door hinges."
Montoya paused as he composed his thoughts.
"I know why you have come. You have come to discuss what I am in the process of doing to all the Corsairs. You may speak your mind in any way you wish, but I will not be stopped."
His gaze shifted to the black parcel on the ground, and pointed with his left index finger.
