Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170617000931/@comment-5543592-20170617020851

Meilir turned his head to speak over his shoulder to the arbalist.

"A different kind of woman, sir Robin." He turned back to the smith just in time to recieve a second slap.

"One slap I understand but two is overkill!" Meilir said, holding his stinging cheek.

"If you would, m'lady, I'd ask you to order your rude manservant to turn away."

"Turn around, Meilir." Rhaela ordered, her eyes glittering with amusement.

"I don't want to see them anyway." Meilir grumbled turning his back to the smith. "I've perused plenty of chests in my day, and few times did I have to be slapped for it."

"We might not have that long." Taeris said. "What if they're killed in preparation for the festival?"