Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170621212350

There is a sea of horrified gasps all around. Leontyne's mouth drops open and her eyes grow huge as Baku picks up Bale as if he were a little kid. Completely stunned, the crown drops out of her hand and falls to the ground with a dull clatter.

"Ohgodsdidthatjusthappen??" Thomas claps his hands over his head, his words coming in a barely intelligible rush of whispers.

"He just...picked up the King..." Melandil's normally passive face is one of shock.

Bale slowly turns to face Baku, still standing on his arm. His face is deep red, his eyebrow twitching.

"Since yer new, laddie," he says slowly and deliberately, "I'll tell ye somethin' fer free. Rule number one about Dwarves: never, ever, EVER pick 'em up, treat 'em like a wee child, or otherwise assume that their personage is somehow inhibited by their size.  We manage just fine."

Leontyne points a shaking claw at Baku. "You...just...AAAAHAHAHAHA!"

Leontyne collapses in a hysterical heap, her hands over her eyes, her body shaking with laughter. For several moments, she is the only one who does, then someone in the crowd snorts. There is a chuckle. Within a minute, everyone is laughing. Even the Elves are chuckling, the other Dwarves are trying and failing not to, and Leontyne's servant Zurie attempts to hide her smile.

All except for Bale, who sullenly hops off of Baku's arm and stomps over to his crown, planting it on his head.

"Ooh, I see how it is! Have a good roll at the wee king!" Bale shouts over the din.