Yolanda complained lightly,
"Brother, I understand you are constantly recruiting talented individuals to expand the power of the Qinghui Territory. However, I must ask you to think it over. Don't just accept anyone who comes along, and please stop... 'piledriving' everyone you meet."
Westheid didn't need to say a word. The moment Yolanda took on the role of a dissenting courtier, the sycophantic Mephit stepped forward to defend his Monarch, shaking his head.
"I must disagree. It is precisely because he is a commander, an overlord, a sovereign, that he must wantonly possess and conquer. Those who are moved by our lord's magnificence, might, and Charm will surely follow him with undying loyalty. This is the very cornerstone of a Great Enterprise!"
Yolanda was about to say more, but her brother waved his hand and said,
"It's fine. I know what I'm doing. You'll all be colleagues from now on, so be civil. My future followers will be an even more complicated bunch."
