"Xintle, you need to stay calm, don't get worked up! We're in this together, and of course we'll look for a chance to make our move! But before we act, we have to think it through! Acting on impulse will only turn us into blind wasps, launching a wild, random attack, only to be swatted to death in one slap!…"
"Izel, you tell me to stay calm, but in this situation, how am I supposed to be calm? The tax rights of our family City-State have been forcibly meddled with by the Royal Family and the Priesthood; the troops of the City State Army are either constantly being requisitioned by the Divine King, or being driven by overseers to be ground down at the front; the grain and population accumulated by the City-State are, one edict after another, being endlessly requisitioned by a single Royal Decree… This is driving us Great Nobility step by step toward a dead end!…"
