Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151030221951/@comment-25828117-20151030225218

Alain didn't really care how many days had passed. This entire journey had been so futile to say the least. An emperor that doesn't do anything and a long road filled with peril. Luckily, the way home they didn't have any run-ins with mountain folk, trolls or any other foul creature that wished to halt their advance.

Percival had, by the way, healed remarkably well from that incident in the Capital. He was a though old bastard alright.

Alain was most pleased when he was got back to Mournoth and thusly Evermore. In the stables Percival spoke to him; Imploring the lord to have a good rest. But Alain wished to get the bad news over with and decided to tell what he learned to the king.

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"So you're telling me he won't do anything?"

"Only military aid, My King." Alain meekly corrected.

"We don't need military aid you half-wit! You were supposed to be diplomatic! Convince him! And you're telling me that you went to see him once?!"

"Yes, My King..."

"Fool! I could've sent a courier if I wanted to know what the Emperor had to say! You were supposed to REPRESENT us, not meekly bow down to Uriel's negligence... By Yffre... That old man's changed."

"Apologies, My King." Alain said the only thing he could in the face of his uncle's abuse.

"You know... If you weren't the son of my brother I would've sent Percival Motierre to do the talking, Now there's a man of true honor. A man who has earned his sword, and he isn't even of noble blood. but no... Artois insisted on you. He saw it as an opportunity. To show that you have some use around here, but apparently even a simple diplomatic mission was too hard for you to handle." Bertoit sighed. He couldn't even muster the strength to be angry anymore.

"Get out of my sight, Alain..."

The Breton bowed to his king turned and walked away. His fists firmly clenched.