Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26517142-20160724191024

Druella reappears on a new podium, vaguely shaken. Blood oozes from her lips and she licks it off.

"Gentlemen, their battle is not my intent. They have conflicted feelings, and i understand that. If you do hate me, come back to Lescatie and there we shall settle, metalled one. But for now, I want to see matters resolved with my dear mouse."

"Ahem."

Everyone is suddenly forced to stare at Langwidere. She snaps a finger and all enchantments and spells are negated.

"Are you ignoring me? This is a formal meeting, not a roughousing center. LISTEN TO ME!!"

A powerful surge of energy weighs upon the group like gravity, causing them to kneel. The only ones unaffected were Druella and Ozma, who had been silent up until now.

"What, Ozma? Cat got your tongue?"

"Let them be." Ozma asked sternly. "Let us continue."

Langwidere undoes her enchantement. "I would like to hear notions from the guests. Docotr Ibrahim, please. Step forward.