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Re: Sheogorath Shibboleth (SirOni) GMed by thetwo
Lord Winder didn't seem to notice how close Clara had come to summoning her energy blade. Or trying to, at any rate. And there was no telling which would be worse - if she had killed the man, it would be difficult to prevent the rest of the lords of Lockacre from finding out and permanently blackening her word. But if she had tried and failed, and he knew, then she might be in the same position, but inside a cell on top of everything else. The elderly lord spoke, unaware how close he had come to death. "My dear, even if myself, the Patrician, and the entire city council had all witnessed the defeat of the orc armies firsthand, we would still send scouts ahead. More then a million people rely on us for defense, and it would be betraying that trust to forgo such a simple and cheap method of making sure that we weren't falling for some orc feint."
"I intend no slight on your lord... Sheogorath, I think the commander said? But I wouldn't so blindly trust even my own self with the lives of the army and all citizens of Lockacre. Please, get up." He had certainly waited long enough before telling the girl to stop groveling, but he had gotten around to it eventually.
"As I said, I will convey your information to the Patrician and the other lords at our next general meeting tomorrow evening. And your lord's desire that his defeat of the orcs is witnessed as well. But even the most brash of the lords is going to make appropriate preparations. And of course we would have to coordinate with our allies in the rest of Crolia."
He made a slight gesture, glancing across the room at the guard captain, who began walking slowly towards the alcove, flanked by two new guards. "Now, I am a busy man, so unless you have further information, I think this audience is at a close."
Lord Winder didn't seem to notice how close Clara had come to summoning her energy blade. Or trying to, at any rate. And there was no telling which would be worse - if she had killed the man, it would be difficult to prevent the rest of the lords of Lockacre from finding out and permanently blackening her word. But if she had tried and failed, and he knew, then she might be in the same position, but inside a cell on top of everything else. The elderly lord spoke, unaware how close he had come to death. "My dear, even if myself, the Patrician, and the entire city council had all witnessed the defeat of the orc armies firsthand, we would still send scouts ahead. More then a million people rely on us for defense, and it would be betraying that trust to forgo such a simple and cheap method of making sure that we weren't falling for some orc feint."
"I intend no slight on your lord... Sheogorath, I think the commander said? But I wouldn't so blindly trust even my own self with the lives of the army and all citizens of Lockacre. Please, get up." He had certainly waited long enough before telling the girl to stop groveling, but he had gotten around to it eventually.
"As I said, I will convey your information to the Patrician and the other lords at our next general meeting tomorrow evening. And your lord's desire that his defeat of the orcs is witnessed as well. But even the most brash of the lords is going to make appropriate preparations. And of course we would have to coordinate with our allies in the rest of Crolia."
He made a slight gesture, glancing across the room at the guard captain, who began walking slowly towards the alcove, flanked by two new guards. "Now, I am a busy man, so unless you have further information, I think this audience is at a close."