Grail stopped, and spun around on the heel of her grimy boot.
"Damnable fool. What'd ya say? Maybe ya find some pie-in-the-sky naive rhetoric to be appealin', but democracy is built on reason, and reason is built on reality! Money is power, and a community without money is a community without power. Power brokerin' is somethin' I thought e'ry Dwarf understood. E'ry time we shape a worthless rock inter a goblet, we're exchangin' time fer affluence you simpleton! Not only do ya wish to leave all our people defenseless just to save yerself one measly season of training, but now I hear you want to leave Equalvoice completely toothless, too?" Grail paused cold with a realization. "YOU sound like the kingsman, Goron. Or maybe I should call you Moron! Yer entire agenda fits the mould of SOFTNESS. Ya want us ter fail, doncha? I can't believe I supported ya fer chairman, Goron. You disgust me! No taxes and no trainin' means Equalvoice will have no power to defend herself! I hope ya die, ya traitor."
Grail spat at the floor once again, but she stood her ground, glaring at Goron angrily this time, waiting for a rebuttal, her palm tightening on the handle of her pick. Slowly, her tongue ran across her bottom lip, and she absently pressed her lips together to moisten them before gritting her teeth in the anxiety of a potential brawl.