[Seviilia rolls her pupilless eyes and promptly shoulders passed anyone who might have been blocking her path so that she's able to stand face-to-face with Vennett and Lowell. The dark of the room accents the frosted mist curling off her armor.]

This may come as a shock, but this is not about you. I could not give less of a horse's bare ass about your "workload". You house and arm us? That is your answer to taking us from our liveihoods? You expect us to thank you for conscripting hundreds of individuals, children included, for a war we have no stock in?

[She snorts. In actuality, she doesn't care for about half of her points, but they make for good arguments and lead up to her ultimate button-push.]

You speak of the dead. What of the thousands slaughtered just months ago? Oh, hang on -- you can fix that, can't you? With the push of one of those little buttons, yes?

[The elf places a hand over where her heart should be, mocking regret.]

Sweet Sun, we've made a terrible mistake, haven't we? We ought to leave these men to their dreadful tasks of erasing their long history of blunders.