Ban?! [Laedo scoffs, heartened.] Has he been given enough alcohol to grow daft once again? You may wish to establish a perimeter; he's more than he seems.

[But he tries not to speak for long--he's heard the crowd through the jewel and he's ultimately very sore that he's missing out on this. The bluff into which most of the team have taken shelter is within sight... if it weren't so desperately miserable out here he could fly within five minutes, but he's keeping low to the ground and trudging, wings tucked and ears flat to his skull and neck.]

Is Achilles making any great speech?!