Faced with Rorschach's tirade, the local power brokers began cursing him in their heads. Intimidated by his unknown yet undoubtedly formidable power, none of them dared to let it show.
If Richard could stand up to Rorschach now and save some face for the locals, perhaps these power brokers would feel the new Lord's goodwill, be willing to accept him, and cooperate with his work.
Richard seemed to intend to do just that. "Master Rorschach, there's no need to denigrate everyone present as completely worthless..."
"Everyone present?" Rorschach seized on the key phrase, growing even more excited. He slammed the table and roared, "It's not just my opinion. Everyone here is—TRA—SH!"
He puffed out his chest triumphantly. "You useless fools, did you know that in the Alliance, regardless of the position, you have to pass an exam to be appointed? And anyone who fails the assessment has to pack their bags and get out.
"And from what I see, not a single one of you could pass."
