Alrinach
Alrinach reeled as his head jerked back and he was pushed from the meeting. It hadn't done any actual injury to him, but it was jarring. Standing, he projected his voice across the plane; it made no difference who heard him, but his comment was meant for Cyrus, for even if he couldn't speak directly, the craft god would still hear. His voice was bitter.
"I hope you don't expect to be making a pact of neutrality, there, Cyrus. You just saw how 'neutral' you co-conspirators are!"
He calmed down after a moment, and nodded at the god's explanation.
"Very well."