Sightles

When the Flames Die

"Good day!" Walden responded, taking a long swig from his mug of ale. He placed the mug down, and noticed that Gareth definitely seemed much more reclusive than his normal nature, "Is there something wrong, Mister Harker?" Walden asked, a concerned look flashed onto his face, "Anything you need to tell me, lad?" Walden shut his notebook, and placed it back into his pocket. It definitely wasn't Gareth to start with a simple 'G'day'. That seemed far too short and curt for his friendly nature.

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Sir Walden was walking along the Great Hall, a giant mug of what appeared to be brown ale in one hand. He seemed to be examining a few people who were conversing at in the Great Hall. He eventually made his way down the entire aisle of tables, and took a seat at the head table, exactly where Wallace had seated himself earlier that day. Once more, an audible creak could be heard when he sat down. The wall of a man then pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, and flipped through it, examining various things, before looking up and scanning, nodding his head once he found what he was looking for.

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Rage against the machine.

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Thomas smirked, as he turned his gaze to now face Gareth, "I am Acting Commander, Gareth Harker. While I have let your astounding lack of respect for superiors go unabated until now, I have given you an order, not a request." Thomas said, his voice now far from the friendliness, now turned more into a serious tone, "You are a squire of the Order of the Thistle, and I am Acting Commander of the Order of the Thistle. Unless you wish to take this further, I suggest you take your leave now." Thomas finished, his voice retaining it's deadly seriousness throughout the entirety of the ordeal. It was somewhat amazing how fast Thomas' face went from approachable friendliness, to stone-cold seriousness in the matter of a couple of seconds.

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Thomas smirked, to himself almost, as Sophia stamped her letter. Thomas took the letter, in one hand, and place into a small hole in his belt, the fitted the letter perfectly. "I appreciate your cooperation, Princess." Thomas said, with a smile, while taking a seat, "As soon as I finish my questioning with you, I will move onto Jezin, whom has been detained. Once questioning is over, I will assure you that you will be able to safely leave the country, and will paid for all expenses on your way back to Lyok." Thomas reassured, sincerely, "The letter was important, because we rather not the Empress of Lyok do anything rash. While we trust the Empress, we have heard stories of what she did to Taura, and we have to make sure she knows her valued daughter is safe." Thomas added, smiling, "I suspect you'll be on the road by tomorrow afternoon, and no later." Thomas then turned his attention to Gareth for a moment, and smiled, "You may take your leave now, Gareth. I can handle the situation from here." Thomas then turned back to Sophia and rested his elbows on the table, "Were you aware that Sir Redwyne Cole the Morningstar was killed by a snake native to Lyok? The package that carried the snake arrived early this morning, and I witnessed you talking to a courier in the Great Hall. I also caught Jezin attempting to gather a boat in order to leave Keilaudrin, in a desperate manner. While I admit the events that have transpired may warrant panic, I have to do my job and take a look into any suspicious activity."

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"If this was a stockade, I can assure you that you'd be far more uncomfortable." Thomas replied, shutting the door to Feril's cage, locking it. He walked up to Jezin's cell, pulled back the vision port, so he could see inside the cell, "I'm on my way to question Sophia in her quarters, Jezin." Thomas said, closing the vision port the moment he was done. He then exited the hallway, shutting and locking the door behind him, and making his way to Sophia's room. After a little bit, he made it the room, shortly after Sophia and Gareth had arrived. He entered the room quietly, not saying a word for a moment, as he unfastened Harmony, and placed it on the ground, "First, Princess Sophia, I need you to do something for me before we begin questioning." Thomas said, politely, taking only a small bow, "I need you to write a letter to your mother explaining that you are unhurt in Keilaudrin, and are currently under investigation by the Order of the Thistle. The Order, along with the Palace guards will risk their lives to make sure no harm comes of you. Once the investigation is over, the Order of the Thistle will personally see the safe transit of you, and your entourage, all the way to Lyok." Thomas added, pulling off his stark white gloves, and placing them next to his sword, "If you wish, you may also alert them to the events that have transpired, but I prefer no specifics of the events to get out, for investigation reasons." Thomas finished, smiling towards Sophia, as he stood in the door way, waiting to be invited in and to take a seat, "I plan on placing four Order of the Thistle knights at your door for protection, Princess Sophia. I have decided to release you from room arrest, but I insist the four knights will follow you around, and protect you. I will give command of the guard to the most skilled knight I believe we possess. Your safety and return to your home is the Order's second priority, right now. Right after the King's safety." Thomas took a couple of steps in, and turned to look towards Gareth, and nodded. "Thank you for leading the Princess to her quarters, safely, Gareth." Thomas smiled brightly as he thanked the young man.

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Hey, DP, the cells don't have iron bars. They're doors.

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Thomas watched with a slight smile as the seemingly hesitant Gareth walked off with Sophia, whom was doing a fair job at masking her nervousness. Once they were out of earshot, Thomas turned to Feril, "If you'd be so kind as to follow me, Miss Tatchet." Thomas' voice was surprisingly soothing for man donned in full plate armor, and bearing a fearsome longsword fastened to his side. It didn't take long for the pair to reach the metal door that opened up to the prison cells. With a flourish, he produced a key, opening up to the thin and cramped hallway. Thomas then led down the length of the hallway, until he reached the 4th one in the line, slowy unlocking the door, and opening it up, revea`ling the same accommodations that Jorun and Jezin had received, "My lady." Thomas said, motioning with his hand for her to enter.

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Thomas began to lead the four of them out of the Great Hall, before looking back at Gareth, "Maybe it would be best if you could escort Princess Sophia to her quarters, and stand guard until I can return there to begin questioning." Thomas said, now turning his attention to Sophia as he kept walking, "That is, if the Princess accepts this arrangement." He added, with a small smile. Thomas wasn't about to inconvenient royalty, especially royalty that had seen terrible things the best two days, "I don't think I quite caught your name, either, miss." He added further, now turning to look at Feril. The actual seal was foreign to Thomas, but he was well aware of her occupation.

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Are you gonna post now, RaeRae, or are you gonna let Epsir post, now?