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[h1][b][i][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://gingesbecray.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/mine.gif[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Olive]Location: The Palace[/color][/center]
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The man looked in amusement down at Atkin, his serpentine eyes never wavering. What a odd little fool this one was! He was a brave lad, Richard would give him that. But one did not charge up to a dragon and a stranger without some caution. [color=Olive]"Some advice, lad. Keep yourself with caution."[/color] Patting the youngest on the shoulder, Richard's broad hand fell away as a woman walked up. Not only did she walk up, this Lyra Laurerk pronounced she knew where his child was! The man stiffened and there was a deep aggressiveness in his stance and eyes that spoke volumes to those who knew him.

The Adder drew a deadly hiss, as he chained his temper. This woman had not kidnapped his offspring nor did she seem to offer the mother of said child any harm, Richard reminded himself. It was hard enough when Ayita showed interesting in a young man... To have his own child! It was nerve wracking on the man. [color=Olive]"Please."[/color] The word and the nod of the head were polite enough, but Richard's tone was nothing short of a command. Refusal would be met with violence, unless it was Thalia. For she was the mother and mother's had a sense about their children.

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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: The Palace[/color][/center]
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Rhys shifted into a fighting stance as the stranger snapped the ropes and drew a bludgeoning club. So she didn't want to fight them? But she was fully prepared to. It was curious. Turning a glance towards Nera the rogue gave a dry comment. [color=Gold]"Care to repeat that for those that don't understand foreign garble, lovely?"[/color] But it didn't matter in the end, Rhys thought with some amusement. This wasn't his fight. Rather it was just a means to the end of the ExtraOrdindary Wizard and all those who would not yield the position to him when he chose to take it.

His ambitions had grown and he wanted more than just the death of Blaine and Arya. He wanted them all dead and him on the top. Controlling the Castle and the city. A puppet master pulling the strings from behind. [color=Gold]"My dear, perhaps it is time to take me up on my suggestion. You know very well how to get in."[/color] The Wizard commented to the Witch Mother, careful to keep his tone light and neutral. Yet, he did not care for being weaponless against this strange woman, and if he knocked her out or maimed her enough to twist her to his ends?

[color=Gold]"[i]Make a sword, balance and true. Transmute the club that lies before me to rusted flakes."[/i] The Wizard reached out with magyck in an attempt to up the field against the woman. Doubtless she would be just as dangerous, but he would rather she not have a weapon to brain him with.