[color=f26522]"Get that damned thing away from him!"[/color]

Kal's head swum violently, and he struggled to keep the contents of his stomach under control. 

Sensing more than seeing Reindolous reach for the statuette, a sense of desperate panic flooded the young prince as he grasped it and pulled it away from his friend. 
"[color=f7941d]..Reindolous, just trust me on this, I can't explain it, but I need to hold onto this."[/color]

The old knight paused, scrutinizing Kal's eyes with his own, searching for some hint of reasoning behind Kal's words. 

Kal would have liked to know what he found, Kal was struggling to come up with a good reason to keep the statuette himself. 

Glancing about him, eyes slit to guard against the painful light, Kal saw that he had just fallen to the ground where he had been standing. Reindolous was kneeling next to him, and his soldiers had formed into a protective ring around them both, weapons drawn, though against who they would be used, Kal couldn't say. 

The two Yelb stood a few paces back, nervously standing on tiptoes to peer past the guards at Kal. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Is he okay again?"[/color] The younger of the two whispered audibly to her older companion.

[color=7bcdc8]"I hope so. I liked the prince!"[/color] The other replied in an equally loud stage whisper.

Kal dropped his head back between his legs. He felt like shit. His hangover from his birthday last week had been easier than this. 

[color=f26522]"For all that is good and holy, Kal! You could have been killed! Whatever happened to you?"[/color] Reindolus's tone was in one that brooked answer.