The Reverend Senator Dooley Azizid, Bishop of Azerbaijan, Armenia, and the Roman Far East:
"We can't afford even one soldier to be cut from our hordes. All martial cuts must focus on the Navy. My family is not blue for naval combat, but for colonization and the rationality and tolerance of its members towards those unlike them."
Bishop Dooley nodded.
"It hurts a settler to see a raid and to see looting more than it hurts people like me. Though I do not interpret it to be as bad as you do," here, the Mongol laid a hand on Raoul, "I will certainly pray for you and your family tonight. I buried my brother to this plague, and I nearly tasted death myself as I caught it."
He looked to the Colombo.
"Let me tell you one of the steppe's harshest lessons. When you ride to live and roam land to land, you must have a leader at the helm. Not a nice man, for nice men either finish last or serve the Church, but a strong, viciously ruthless leader who can unite everyone by fear. I see in you the spirit of a steppe rider. Why, I bet you ride like it's second nature! Colombo, your sociopathy will do you well in standing down the enemies of the Imperium and defending this Khural on the floor of the Khuraltai. You are a poor Christian- if I can call you one in the first place -but you are a born leader, a natural mastermind of cunning. You may very well give us command of the Khuraltai."
He leaned closer to the Senator, giving him a face full of Mongolian features.
"You are fit to lead this Khural. Let me say it flatly. You, Colombo, should be the leader of this Khural. I do not like your personality and I loathe your unbecoming, un-Christian behavior. I see darkness in your soul, but if God can use evil to advance His kingdom, then He can advance our kingdom, our Imperium, with you. I do not trust you, but my people always trust their gut feeling. Colombo, do you feel fit to ride our Khural to glory?"