Bob let out an audible groan as he listened to all the talking going on, it was good to get accustomed to one and other of course but debating religion and history lessons was hardly the point of this gathering.
"Rules, smules!" he said, lifting his feet from the table and sitting upright, slamming his fist into it in the process in his usual bombastic way. "We should be discussin' how we're gonna keep Pygar safe, not debatin' our code of conduct, which I should add, most dunnae even seem to know exists!"
With a sigh Bob seemed to relax somewhat as he said: "Look, ya can call me Bulldog, some o' ye already know me, others may o' heard of me and to others I'm an unknown, big freakin' whoop. I run Livadia shipyard for Velvet and I'm damn good at it to. Me and me lads are constantly expandin' the fleet, makin' improvements and making sure there's plenty of our fearosome battleships available to everyone; the dreaded whale."
The distractingly pink sock puppet on Bulldogs right hand moved towards his ear and seemed to mutter something.
Bulldog, in full disbelief turned his gaze at the puppet before saying: "A transport? The whale? Ye well we'll see about tha' when I'm done with it." before shaking his head and turning to the rest of the gathering. "The point is tha' we need some sort of plan, something to keep the houses off our backs or they'll all walk over us sooner or later like Bretonia has done. So what are our options on that front eh?"
