Oscar was floored. The sentencing was actually ridiculous. At least three fourths of it. He had a rage boiling inside of him since they announced the judgement. The treasonous Count, or now no tittle, was to die. They hadn't announced how just quite yet, but he was sure it would come quick now. But the Allemeades? He was disgusted with the news. Having three of the gifteds who had been attacked stripped of their high holding positions and then one of them losing a title?

He hadn't been able to shake the anger since he heard. Which is why he wound up at The Bronze Lion. A place that was not as rowdy and a bit more expensive to try and keep the commoners out. He sat at the bar, heat practically radiating off of him as the barmaid refilled his short glass with whiskey. "It's ridiculous I tell you. It's one thing to give him a tongue lashing, but there was no evidence of anything that they claimed. The Allemeades were attacked and they somehow got punished." He said it in an angry hushed tone, but it would be open for those around to hear him. Oscar, while a courtier, was one of the more outspoke ones.