As Sopter spoke, the silent clicks continued. They seemed to be coming from beneath the floor.
"And how exactly would we do that?" The first advisor spoke up. "The citizens of Grales are merchants, farmers, and officials of the state. We have no effective pool from which to draw a military from, and the low taxes means we have no reliable funds for producing such a military."
"The Fable Knights could be manipulated," A stick insect said, with a wheezing, sly voice. "Into constructing the military for us. They are loyal to the people of Grales and their influence over the nation is great; given good cause they could provide us with insects willing to give their lives to the emperor in his service."
Yuburu folded his long hands and appeared to be contemplating, but in reality had dropped unconscious. He awoke after a moment. "Yes, I had... Wasps would make a good military, they are agile..."
The stick insect spoke up again. "I am too preoccupied with my own departments to directly contribute in the formation of a military, but such a leader needs be strong and capable." He glanced knowingly at the sea scorpion. "Which is why I suggest that Sopter be put in charge of organizing and forming it."
The other members had risen to take a vote, but two more clicks from beneath the floor made Yuburu jump to his feet. "It's decided, then." He said, suddenly alert. The members of the council were surprised that no vote was taken but didn't wish to contradict the emperor's wishes.
"Sopter, you are in charge of heading and forming the military. This council is adjourned and will reform at the end of the day."
The young emperor nearly bolted down the stairs at the end of the room, tripping on them multiple times as he did so. The stairwell was far too tiny for Sopter to fit through, so if wanted more information, he would need some help.
The Weaver stopped mid-stride. His eyes looked straight forward, not bothering to look back. Clutching the bundle under his limb tighter, he pressed on.