Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170618225202

"S'whatsit?" Bale says, suspiciously. Melandil leans in.

"It's true. I've already taken precautions, but perhaps you would have something to contribute?"

"Feck yes, I do," Bale grumbles. He waves a hand. "A nice show of force that'll make 'em wish they hadn't.  Spread out, lads, frosty and flinty.  Keep yer boomers in full view, but fer stone's sake don't just go blastin' into the crowd.  Give a signal if ye see anythin'." Bale's guards salute, and they all unsling their flintlock axes and spread out into positions around the garden, leaving only two rolling the huge barrel.

Thomas and Marcus catch up to the group. Thomas presents Marcus, stepping aside. "Father, Mother, Your Majesty, Marcus Jaghund, formerly of Zahmeria, now of Lunalight."

Melandil and Illyagrine give short, cordial bows. "Halaia, goi-o I nimahd," Melandil says. "Thomas speaks highly of you. We had heard of the turning of Zahmeria's protector, but had yet to even meet him, even after these many years."

"Honditar, my brother, and my sister, Eilion." Both bow successively, Honditar seemingly somewhat detached, and Eilion keeping her eyes on him.

"The way Deidre talks about you, I was expecting someone taller," Bale says with a good natured harumph. "Then again, she's a better judge of heights than I am, ha!" He extends his hand.