Throwing the dice(2)

Gregor shot up from his seat so forcefully that his chair nearly toppled over. His face twisted into a mask of rage, his eyes burning with barely restrained fury. "You can go to ruin yourself!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the tent like a thunderclap. "We have no reason to listen to a single wretched word that spills from your damned mouth! You think you can waltz in here, puffing yourself up like the beggar Prince did, and dictate terms to us?" He scoffed, his lip curling in disgust. "You are nothing more than a landless vagabond we decided to humor. A mongrel dressed in robes, barking like he belongs at the table of lords."