Archbishop John's eyes, which seemed capable of piercing one's very soul, stared directly at Murphy as his voice echoed through the banquet hall:
"Baron Sylvan, according to the Church Court's records from recent years, the tax revenue of the Duval Territory has been on a downward trend for fifteen consecutive years. This is highly unusual for a border territory." His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, creating a rhythmic sound. "As a servant of the God of Truth, I must remind you that the prosperity and stability of your territory not only concern the survival of the Duval Clan, but also the security of the entire Kingdom's border."
