"HAH!" A short, loud laugh from Ashardalon echoes through the room.
"With every word uttered, we see how stupid so many of you acted during the Withdrawal, how lacking the perceptions were during this symptom of the Time of Troubles we are about to face. With every phrase, we get evidence just how necessary this summit is. In the chaos in the Great City, how many are there that managed to keep track of who was fighting whom for what reason?
It may be presumptive for me to cast my vote before arguments were heard - by the same token, just how presumptive was it for the brotherhood to jump into a battle against a pact member, and it's leadership at that. I suppose I need not repeat your own words about that being the highest form of treason. You did so apparently without thinking, without planning, and without contacting the other pact members. It is a small miracle the TEC pact did not dissolve along with the old drow society. It should have been clear to you that such an action might be viewed as a violation of the TEC pact by other members, and act accordingly.
That is why we needed the TEC summit. That is why not a single faction should have decided to act against a violation of the pact, real or imagined, before contacting the other members."
Ashardalon stands, allowing himself to calm down, before he continues. His voice is distant, as if distracted by something.
"I must humbly apologize for my outburst. With your permission, I feel the need to be alone for some time. I have cast my vote, and I don't think there will be anything to change it. Should it come to that, however, I will know, and return."