Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170618050926

"I'll stay here with Asja. You go on, introduce Tirush, and make sure the arriving royals don't get into any more of a tangle than they usually do," Regina says, ushering Thomas after Cire.

"You say that like they'll listen to me," he says indignantly as he's pushed out the door.

"Some of them are your family, dear," she says, giving him a look before shutting the door in his face.

Thomas sighs and makes his way through the crowd of guards that now surrounds the cloister, rejoining the group.

Bale looks to Nia with a wide, somewhat bemused smile. "Is that so? Well then, lass, if ye'll accompany me, ye can see as much of us as ye like.  I'll always be happy to take the arm of a pretty young girl such as yerself, and my boys would surely enjoy the company."

Bale scratches his beard as he stumps along, the giant barrel being rolled by his guards behind him. He addresses Baku. "Don't exactly know who's going to show up next. Probably Leontyne, knowin' her, she'll want t' make as much of an entrance as possible," he grumbles.

"Speaking of entrances, I had thought that Deidre would have accompanied you, O King," Melandil says as they continue on. "This seems to be a venue she would appreciate."

A pained look overcomes Bale's features. "Dee is...gone north, to the Halls. She's decided t' raise her child in th' old ways.  Not sure if she'll be back any time soon." He says nothing more.

The tone is not lost on the royal couple. "Should you need us, King, you know where to call upon us," Illyagrine says simply. Bale says nothing in reply, but Illyagrine's words hang in the air in a comforting way.

"Anyway," he says to Kittycut, "Don't think too hard on restrictions, lass. You might think they're to keep folk in line fer no good reason, but if we did'na have 'em, I guarantee you there'd be warrin' here, like in the old times.  And nobody here wants ta go back to the ways of th' old times.  The new ways is best, and they're getting better all th' time.  Even us old timers understand that."

Thomas catches up to Marcus. "Sorry about that. Not sure what's going on now," he looks around with a bit of paranoia. "Still, when you get a chance, I'd like to introduce you to my mother and father."