Like a pit of irritated beasts, the court devolved into chaos once more. Garrosh sat back in his chair, snickering to himself, his amber gaze darting across the twisted visages. Baine looked at him in obvious confusion, and then back at the Celestials. Taran Zhu simply shook his head at the uproar, not attempting to quell it. Kairoz’s smirk widened into a full grin, as Chromie simply looked at him, frowning slightly. “Congratulations, brother,” she chimed, “you have doomed us all. You and your protégé-“ “As opposed to you and your protégés?” Kairoz trilled in turn. Garrosh watched the two bronze dragons bicker, an empty, lopsided smile still on his lips. They continued their back and forth but the outrage in the court drowned their whispers out entirely. He could make nothing out, nor did he even truly wish to try. Days, weeks, years of threats to his life in vivid detail, certainly nobody in the court could give him a never before heard take.