After hearing both of their arguments, Warsman crossed his arms behind his back and walked over to a window overlooking Warstodt. He surveys his kingdom, the very nation he sacrificed so much and risked even more for. His armored frame is silent for a moment, and then quakes to new life.
"Glorious. Ziccarra. Relinquish your gems. Now. If you two insist on bickering like children, then I shall take away your toys while you throw your tantrums elsewhere."