Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160730193951

"Sir Praetor!  Honestly!" Lucida bends over and picks up the coins in front of the seething Dee.

"You don't have to scold him, girlie," Dee says. He's a grown man. And if he wants to stay that way, he'll knock it off."  She looks at Melandil.  "I don't have time to waste here, Lord. Evey minute I spend here another of my countrymen dies, and I'll be shitfixed if I'm going to let that happen without me there. You and your Order knockoff can figure out what to do on your own."

"Both of you, be silent!" Melandil's words ring out. "This is still my court, and in it, you are dignitaries.  Behave as such!" He turns to Praetor. "I wanted to ask you, Praetor,  because our time may be short.  Did Ibrahim entrust anything to you before he left?  Any clue, perhaps,  as to what we may do?  Surely he must have known what was going to happen."