Liaena studied the angry little Astrid, the girl wearing a clear I-am-not-impressed expression all over her face. “Oh, come [i]on[/i]. We’re really going to do this again? I would have thought at least one of you would have some sense” 

Looking down on the satchel on her lap, Liaena bounced it up and down gently on her knees, a move that would likely cause Donald trapped inside some considerable discomfort. “I already know you two mean something to each other. You want him back, he presumably wants you, I don’t want either of you or any more idiots trying to kill my boyfriend. So why can’t we come to some accord where we all get what we want? I can negotiate”

 Gazing down at Astrid, Liaena’s tone took a noticeably colder edge. “…Or, you can just go and do what Esmeralda did, and piss me off further. You’ve done a decent job of it so far…but I really wouldn’t advise it”

*

“That’s okay” Kathlin said lightly as she edged cautiously down the corridor, keeping a sharp look out for any more flying rocks coming in from the windows. “So who are the White Hand?”

Reaching the rock, the girl crouched down to start carefully dislodging the newspaper that was crumpled around it, shaking away shards of glass as she did so. Smoothing out the page and beginning to read, Frarn ran up again with a wooden blunderbuss with a trumpet-shaped head to the barrel. Handing it to his father, Doin leaned out of the window to spray out a rapid volley of uneven pebbles and gravel on the figures down below. 

[b]BLAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM

“ARGH!”

“FUCK YOU, MAAAAAN!”[/b]

Withdrawing the blunderbuss from the window as running footsteps faded, Doin handed it back to Fran with a snort and a shake of his head. “yellow pisspot lilies”

“Excuse me, Mister…?”

Looking behind them, Kathlin stood there; wearing an apologetic look as she held the scrap of newspaper out to them. “I think I was pretending I knew your names and so I never got them. You might wanna see this”