Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170617164316

Thomas and company arrive in the cloister to find Asja surrounded by guards. Having been roused from their easygoing stupor, the guards are now scrambling, looking for the culprit. Asja stands in the middle of it all, shaking with suppressed rage and trying desperately not to turn.

Thomas runs up to her. "Asja! What the hells happened?? Are you hurt?"

"The assailant was right there!" She points. "She threw a vial of liquid on Regina and myself! I don't know what it was!"

Thomas gently but firmly pushes Regina over close to Asja. "All right, let's not jump to any conclusions. Let me take a look at you..."

Back outside, guards shuffle the perimeter, trying to look around for the intruder while preventing the guests from panicking.

A low rumble is heard from up the cobble street. Rolling into view, chugging steam like a giant, mechanical turtle, a huge, elaborately crafted Dwarven steam tank rumbles up to where the guests unload from their carraiges.

It rumbles to a juddering halt behind the Elven carraige. A few moments pass, and a hatch flips open, a goggled driver sticking his head up. The sounds of music and merrymaking can be heard from inside the vehicle.

"Ey! What th' feck is th' hold up?  Move that feckin' piece o' Elvish frippery out o' th' wey!" He shouts.

"Er...we've run into a bit of a problem, please tell His Majesty to wait a bit longer! We're getting it sorted out now!" The page nervously shouts.

"Don't give a feck!" The driver shouts. "Hurry it the feck up, we have'na got all dee!" The hatch slams shut, cutting off the sounds of music from within.

Honditar, next to Baku, sneers. "Oh, perfect. Dwarves."