Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20161025004641/@comment-28358106-20161026180512

She gestures. "You see, Thomas? He freely admits that treason is a possibility.  But burn the city?  No, I'm afraid not, as mighty Hrungnir sits below, and the first sight the Order is likely to see are three hundred thousand recalcitrant Dwarves and their battalions of war engines.  No, the Dwarves will not allow it.  Nor the Elves, nor the Centaurs, or any Province in the Charter.  The Order may come, but they will pay dearly when they do.  And I will do what I must to see that cost lowered.  Thus he agrees, Thomas, that exile upon invasion is the best option."

"Adelaide..."

"What, Thomas? I would think you, of all people, would appreciate what I am trying to do.  Do you not attempt to diagnose and prevent a disease based off of symptoms and patterns?" Her gaze is piercing.

"This is not a disease! Don't you start that moral equivocation..."

"And don't presume to tell me how I may better ensure my people's survival."

Silence and tension fill the room. Finally I step back. I sigh, defeated. "Let's go, Jorge. Sorry to have inadvertently led you into a contractual trap." I maintain eye contact with Adelaide for a moment, then turn and leave.