Hoboturtle
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Lambert took his hand and leaned before, his head by the side of the rebel's leader's ear.
What came was a low growl, just loud enough for Kai and Ansa to hear, "Sir, what exactly are you doing here?"
A veil of politeness barely masked a sort of contempt. His eyes darted to from one side of the crowd to the next, seeing all the faces ready for a fight. He shook the hand up and down, giving a charade of an agreement, "Your friend Weidr told us that sparking an rebellion is not something you would usually do. Said that you left him as soon as he ran into a bit of trouble. So tell me what are you doing here?"
The volume of his voice threatened to increase and his grip started to tighten down on Kai's hand.
The people looked excited, and he could tell why, but this wasn't right. He didn't want his home to get plunge into a battle where they would only get slaughtered because of some foreign punk. No matter how much they wanted things to change, wishing hard enough wouldn't accomplish anything.
He left his mouth ajar and let out a breeze, before mechanically letting go of Fishwash's hand. He glance aside to Ansa before muttering, "Mr Fishwash, do you think that we might be able to have a word alone with you?"
He glance at the people celebrating, but if everything went well in their little meeting than this would end abruptly. He would let them this happiness a bit longer, but he figured that disappointment was a better end than the spilling of blood.
What came was a low growl, just loud enough for Kai and Ansa to hear, "Sir, what exactly are you doing here?"
A veil of politeness barely masked a sort of contempt. His eyes darted to from one side of the crowd to the next, seeing all the faces ready for a fight. He shook the hand up and down, giving a charade of an agreement, "Your friend Weidr told us that sparking an rebellion is not something you would usually do. Said that you left him as soon as he ran into a bit of trouble. So tell me what are you doing here?"
The volume of his voice threatened to increase and his grip started to tighten down on Kai's hand.
The people looked excited, and he could tell why, but this wasn't right. He didn't want his home to get plunge into a battle where they would only get slaughtered because of some foreign punk. No matter how much they wanted things to change, wishing hard enough wouldn't accomplish anything.
He left his mouth ajar and let out a breeze, before mechanically letting go of Fishwash's hand. He glance aside to Ansa before muttering, "Mr Fishwash, do you think that we might be able to have a word alone with you?"
He glance at the people celebrating, but if everything went well in their little meeting than this would end abruptly. He would let them this happiness a bit longer, but he figured that disappointment was a better end than the spilling of blood.