*Jillian eyes widen, and she quickly follows after Elmyra.*
Jillian: Elmyra... please... you do not do this, if anyone Else were to come to harm on my behalf..
*She looks at mixture of worried, and angry.*
Jillian: They are armed with firearms, do you know what those are?

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*Floyd grins, and starts walking towards the room. He is flanked by his Low men in yellow cloaks.*
Floyd: Good you will be rewarded for your service...
*He leaves out the part, that he technically works for a monarchy.*
*The low men brandish their weapons, and seem unphased by the rain or Elmyra's hard stare.*