Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200829032659

"Thank you!" Moki beams, obviously proud of her role in the proceedings.

At this, Gustav holds up his hand and looks to Prince Finn. "Your Royal Highness, by your leave, I shall stay here with the guard until your return. Ask Moki to call upon me, should you require anything."

"That would be best. Thank you, Master Gustav," Finn says. The older man bows and returns to the group of guards, while the rest proceed up the stairs.

With the exception of Finn and Moki, the group looks about the exterior of the castle, and not hiding the fact. Cirelle seems aloof, as if she is only gazing, but Arl and Hyngwar are especially attentive. Hyngwar elbows Arlmar and nods to the multi-barreled cannon on the battlement, speaking in their native language.

"[...What is that thing, Arlmar? Is that the same as the fire-belchers you spoke of?]"

"[It appears to be. Only...more so.  I believe it can be shot multiple times, in rapid fashion.]"

"[Tch...Who would need such a thing? Is this moot to be a show of force?]"

"[Much has changed since you slept, My Bann. If these people need such a thing, then gods grant them so, and let their enemies feel it.  They should need the strength.  Not all can claim that their mightiest king has risen from the dead.]"

At this, he gives her a clandestine smile, which makes her laugh aloud.

In a few short moments, they see the Kikimora, and Moki approaches her, as she did the guards.

"Hail and greetings! I represent His Royal Highness Prince Finn Einarsson of Bronlaw, son of King Einar the---"

"Ahem."

Finn quietly clears his throat, and Moki turns a few shades of red at the gentle rebuke. Again, she speaks to the Kikimora, her voice subdued.

"Er...where should we put our weapons?"