Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-24736819-20160123025805

Farraud nodded and walked away. He went to the Red Company's tent and ordered two of his men to go inform the Adamantine Order's commanders while he prepared the tent to receive the King.

Doraleous monosyllabic response was an indication of what he thought about his older brother's arrival, yet he promptly ordered Sir Gallahad to follow him towards the War Tent.

...

Tormund, Lord Farr, Duke Draluc and Lady Lisbeth quickly found their way to the camp after exiting the city.

Lucius Farr, being an older man, complained the whole time about hiw far the camp was from the city and questioned why shouldn't they use the perfectly fine war room which Northpoint most likely had. Tormund was too focused to listen to Lord Lucius' ramblings and the other two simply ignored everything that came out of his mouth seeing they had their minds focused on something else.



"Come again?!", Lord Bathou's chins trembled in fury, "Those motherfucking, cocksucking bitcharses assholes sent me my wife's ear?! Why?!"

"As a provocation, father. Obviously.", Wym Bathou went through his father's state a few moments earlier when he opened the box containing his mother's ear. He was furious, bloodthirst and almost killed the poor peasant who brought the box to the Keep... but now, he managed to control himself.

"You don't say, and here I thought it would be something to remember your mother by, you daft  ha'porth!", Mandaloon angrily punched the desk in front of him.

Silence took over the room for no one dared to speak before Lord Mandaloon Bathou.

"We can't win.", he finally said, taking a depressive turn into his mood.

Wym and the two soldiers of Dunkarn Haven looked at each other.

"We can't win, Wym. The prick has your mother. He has the leverage.", Mandaloon repeated.

"And we have one of his Generals, father! Don't say such foolish things! They want to start maiming mother? Then we send them some pieces of that weak son of a bitch down there! Fight fire with fire!", Wym couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"And then what? We send them a hand and then they send us an arm. We answer with a leg and they reply with your mother's hea... No, Wym. We can't win, but we can certainly strike a deal. One benefitial for both sides.", Lord Bathou grabbed a piece of paper, a quill and the inkwell, so he could start writing a letter, "We'll have your mom back. Trust me."

The young breton's face became red with anger and without saying another word he turned around and left, slamming the door behind him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"He'll understand.", Mandaloon commented.