Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-5543592-20170805194757

"Yes, well, I'm not from either of those shitholes, in fact, I'm a member of your nobility.  You're here to protect me, not bar my entry to the city." Meilir pointed out, with a forced and mocking smile.

Kalad al Din looked over at them, an expression of annoyance briefly crossing over his face, before he schooled it into a smile.

"Hirri." Kalad raised his voice, catching the archer's attention mid-draw. "Enough for now."

The archer smirked at the king, and tossed his bow carelessly aside. "Come here, children." The woman beckoned. She stood and the kids followed, her laughing and giggling, to a different section of the patio.

"Sit." Kalad invited them, sitting up into a more dignified position, and gesturing to the rest of the long couch.

"That's ending soon.  You think they'll stop at one Legion?  No, now they'll send five more.  And they won't care about peace this time.  That trick with birds isn't going to work twice.  Diplomacy is your only option."