Reeves brings in a large sheath of papers and dumps it on Hugues's desk, adding to an already impressive pile of paper. The Duc looks on impassively, his eyes empty, staring into the middle distance.
Suddenly he stands.
Gentleman, you seem to be under the impression that I am some sort of demi-god when it comes to Seneschaling! That I piss florins and fart spearmen! That I could fight two wars and somehow weasal us out of excommunication at the same time, and hell why not throw a Crusade on top!
I am not that good! I am average, hell I'm ignorant! What I am trying to do in my own mundane way is to fight one war succesfully while not getting all of us damned and implement the Edicts most of you voted for only a few seasons ago!
Gah, it's like herding cats!
The Duc returns to his desk and begins to drink.
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