Another moot.
Arthos didn't like spending his time talking much because he had spent almost the past fifteen years being told that no one wanted to hear him speak his opinion and Moots were nothing but that. A lot of speaking that, generally, didn't actually contain a lot of substance. Even after leaving the clan's oversight, Arthos still spoke when he was certain his words were required or that they would be respected.
Another bloody osik moot wasn't what he had in mind.
Thankfully, at least, this moot wasn't about leadership of a clan or the whole sector. No, thank the gods, this meeting was literally to bully the forgemasters of different clans into putting aside their violent grudges and working together to help supply the Mandalorian people as a whole now that they had a Mand'alor and a crusade to devote themselves to.
Personally, Arthos was against the crusade and the alliance with the Sith but he couldn't help but accept that it was only through them that his people were finally unified under a leader. He and the other vod sent by Mand'alor to arrange the moot of the forgemasters had arrived before the forgemasters themselves at a location Arthos had thought fitting - an actual beskar forge.
He idly played with a small beskar ingot in his hands as he waited.
"We can't be afraid to be tough on them." he spoke his thoughts aloud, "I think we should reserve the right... to cut off the non-compliant from Beskar."
Mand'alor had final say as to the allocation of the precious metal after all - why should those who spit in the face of his call retain access to it?
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