Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180110002450

Though her expression never changes, upon the mentioning of Glitrende's name, everyone in the room would swear that that the temperature of the air around them drops several degrees. Adelaide remains calmly seated, pleasantly postured, and attentive. And Baku can see for a moment---a mere split second---that Adelaide's gaze on Kittycut is one of frigid, ice-sharp vitriol.

But it's gone so quick, he almost has to believe it to be a dream. Almost.

"Yes, a dreadful shame, really," she sighs, her normal demeanor playing out as if nothing happened. "Lord De'Sange is, I fear, a creature of unfortunate circumstance.  In another time, in a thousand ways, he would be a shining light to which peoples of the world could look and admire.  But alas, he has chosen a...different path."

Her tone suggests to those who know that she is well aware that Armata's road to power is strewn with the bodies of a million innocents.

"The fork in that path which, by fortunate happenstance, is what brings us here today, darlings."

She speaks with a decidedly uplifted tone and sets down her cup and saucer. "It is no secret that We of the Realm have built our success and happiness on the sweet freedoms of cooperation and goodwill.  A trait which, I believe, both we and the Band have in common to a great degree."