Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161101231914

Ah, there it is... You had a good  run, kid., Bedivere pessimistically thought clenching hard on the hilt of his hidden blade.

"And I sure hope you get them, but... is it really necessary to uncover my father's body?", Tristan asked, trying to insinuate the disrespect that would be, "If it is, then far from me from keeping you good folk from accomplishing your task, milords."

He stepped sideways, as if allowing the soldiers to go and check the cart. Tristan was playing a high staked mind game, one that he hoped could end without bloodshed.

"Bel...", the Prince begun, "Don't say that, you are his kid sister... You know how things work around this parts. Unfortunately."

Jakin took a deep breath and massaged his right leg.

"What about...the wedding? What actually happened there?"