Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190224002438/@comment-5543592-20190225184636

Yaden looked up as Graicus approached, settling an open-faced ebony helm onto his head.

"Aye, we got a dragon to sort out." Yaden said. "By ourselves."

"What about the agreement?" Lurio asked, finding the Orc's wording curious.

"I don't give a shit about the agreement."

"This is outrageous!  Your majesty!" Lurio stamped a food. "King Ratib will not--"

"What about the king?!" Yaden yelled, settling his spear across his shoulders. "Is the king going to decide to take on the dragon himself?  Or maybe you, Lurio?  Slip out of that dress coat and get your own hands dirty for once?  If so, please do, we'll wait.  You had your chance, mage.  Had Cade killed the dragon, you'd've taken it all for yourself, left us shit.  But its too late now.  Open your eyes."

Lurio glared hard at Yaden. "King?" He turned to Ratib. "Majesty, what do you command?"

Ratib's dark, skinny face turned up, his look of boredom vanishing. "What do I command?" He said in a shrill voice. "You've finally asked, Lurio?  Tired of making proclamations on my behalf?  I've very pleased.  I'll tell you wait I command.  We're going back to Gilane."

"Sire--"

"Not another word.  Princess Svieva, Sir Graicus, Sir Nohaden'Cade, Lady Meyline, I bid you farewell.  I've lost some time, but gained much.  Thank you for your words, Princess Svieva, Augur, Lady Meyline.  And for your silence, Gladiator Graicus.  I'll be leaving now."

"Your majesty!" Lurio called after him, shocked, as Ratib turned from him and made his way back towards the army, and his waiting horse.

Yaden, however, was still gearing up. The Orcs seemed to still be bent on slaying that dragon.