Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160625204507

(BTR)  The Regent looks long and hard at Praetor, then turns to me. She speaks with a dry tone. "Understand that I don't consider this a failure, Ibrahim, but I did tell you it would happen eventually."

I turn to Praetor and sigh. "Let me guess.  It was the behavior, wasn't it?  The cover story didn't float, did it?"

The Regent waves her hand. "Oh, but the steeple story is completely true.  It isn't your fault, Ibrahim.  Nobody is perfect all the time.  She is a perfect bureaucrat, just not a perfect Cheshire, and never the twain shall meet."

(Hound, LoS)  The Dwarf points. "Goo doon th' main rood, until ye find th' poncy bushes an' flowery trees.  Keep gooin' till a pair o' stuffy Centaurs ask ye what yer doin' at a fancy gate.  Ye can't miss it." She turns to Hound. "Well, allright then!  Look aroond, and lemme knoo if ye want somethin'!"