Magtok's hate and fury abruptly shifts itself over from Vyrn to Shrike, turning cold, vicious, and calculated, instead of the fiery, impulsive, imprecise mess that it was just a moment ago.

"Miss Shrike, please. Name-calling and immature goading of other representatives should be beneath the delegate of the Good League of Good. If you would be so kind, please put your face back down between the legs of your mate, where you undoubtedly spend most of your waking hours, and leave such childishness to those much better suited to it. Brinika, the Applehills, Salix, Jamie and I'm sure many others would appreciate it if you did."

Intentionally name-dropping the youngest and most helpless of GLoG's residents? That's really twisted, Maggy. He doesn't linger on that implied threat though, instead already shifting his attention over to Ilpholin.

"Goodbye, and best of luck to you, Ms. Xar'cha. I'll make sure to let you know how the voting went later."