Setting: Guest Room, The Palace, Zuraden, Zenik

[Buzz is pacing around angrily, his wings vibrating furiously. Roy, dressed for training and with a spear strapped to his back, watches bemusedly from behind a chair.]

Buzz: And then one of them has the nerve to insinuate that Lightning people—MY people—had nothing to do with the Sorcerers’ Age!

Roy: Mmhm.

Buzz: I mean yes, we didn’t do spellcraft, but to act as if we had no part?! The vast majority of magic technological advancements of that period were learned from Zan’s Bible! Which no one but Lightning people could even read! Who do they think translated that?! 

Roy: But you got permission, right?

Buzz: Well, yeah…

Roy: So who cares what those old fuckers think? You did your job!

Buzz: I-I guess… why weren’t you there?

Roy: Had training with the Royal Guard. I don’t go to all of father’s meetings. Besides, this one was pointless. He was going to give you permission before you even got here.