Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170621011757

"Not before me, she will not." Tirush glances at Sun-Mi before turning back to Kioshi.

"If anything...anything...happens to my co-wife, I shall hunt you and all who would defend you to ruin. Tales would be sung of your agony." 

The resonant growl of her words rattles the eardrums of everyone nearby. She gives a long, unblinking glare to Lilrava, then turns and begins to walk off.

The crowd by now has expanded into a wide circle around the small group. Elven Rangers grip their swords still in their hilts, their faces stoic, their eyes full of fear. Dwarven guards shuffle nervously, their musket-axes rattling. Tirush looks around at the crowd, then to Thomas. His face is difficult to gauge, but his eyes are a mix of apprehension and sadness.

She sees him, and her demeanor changes. Her mantle lowers slightly, her muscles relaxing somewhat. Then, as if a switch has been flipped, she lowers her head and stalks off as quickly as she arrived, the crowd parting. Lingering for a handful of moments, Thomas follows her.

Silence hangs. Then, a wooden thump echoes in the air. Bale has pushed the enormous cask upright and is pulling out a silver dagger.

"Welp, that's that. I was pretty sure this keg was'na gonna last even to the buffet, but it does'na matter now.  When a Copper Wyvern nearly roasts the countryside, it's time to drink." He begins tapping the top of the cask.

"There are children here, Lord Bale," Melandil mutters.

"I KNOW that, ya knife-eared pansy! It's berry cordial, no alcohol!  Daft bugger." He continues tapping.