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[SUP][SUB][H3]Thelan Capitol[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]August 31st, Late Evening | The Massacre | The Guests [/color][/sup][/INDENT]

Dietrich gave a good-natured laugh as Elly seemed to not quite understand what "stalwart" meant. Of course her vocabulary didn't really have a need for such a word, and hence he shouldn't have  expected her to have it learned. Still, it did give the "Knight" the thought that he needed to better consider those he was with. Ellinore was just framing a reply to him as an arrow flew, and the entire world collapsed. The King was dead, and it seemed a coup of sorts was underway. Oh dear, now that wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all. While Dietrich did sympathize with Mathieu's intentions he had gone about performing them the wrong way and in turn if he wanted  the Witch Hunter's support then he had to show that he was competent. Thus, Dietrich reacted rather calmly to the shooting, instead simply taking a sip from a wine glass renewed by a servant. [COLOR=#964B00]"Please, do continue."[/COLOR] he said to the Viking woman, although as certain people went about distributing weapons it seemed the conversation would not get a chance to finish. 

Dietrich sighed, testing the balance of the broadsword. It was a silly weapon men who needed something to compensate for certain other deficiencies carried; in a duel a trusty duelling blade and dagger was better, in the battlefield a polearm, this was just a fancy toy. Still, flipping it over at least he could make a beautiful brain-spilling bludgeon out of it. The weapons provided did also give Wolf a simultaneous feeling of smugness and disappointment that his thesis on the inexperience of this rather young cohort of so called "heroes" was proving to be more and more right. These weapons were what the fairy tales and plays showed warriors as carrying, because they looked heroic. But these weren't real weapons, not to a veteran of the true war long ago in spite of the gusto the others seemed to use theirs with. For now, Wolfgang didn't go to fight. "Dietrich" ran forth swinging his blade, but he didn't hit anyone and instead vanished from the scene. Crawling under some tables he snatched a bottle of champagne that on the move he downed as if it were a simple waterskin. Navigating this small underworld would have been a feat and a half for most people, but with an expert photographic memory aided by the method de loci it was rather easy to get to the Throne unseen. At last he stood before the man, but before doing his work Wolfgang stopped, and bowed while uttering a small prayer. He then closed the King's eyes and took his crown off of his head, hiding it about his person lest it fall into the wrong hands. Even in this, Dietrich was in the most visible part of the room but made sure he was naught more than a shadow, or at  the very least a fleeting vision one could easily chalk up to bad wine. Crown secured, and sword tied around his waist Wolfgang removed two of his hidden blades much preferring them to the bombastic broadsword and once more slunk off into the shadows to watch the scene unfold. Only occasionally he intervened helping poor old Mathias flee the scene, or making wide swings of his broadsword in plain sight so that nobody could testify he hadn't helped in the battle. But ultimately he only observed, making sure he always had a strategy of exit at all times and that at least nobody laid blades on the truly innocent like the different servants. There were many opportunities to from behind appear, disembowel the Alovians and once more disappear with little blood on him to show for it. Yet, he didn't take them — for now the event had to play naturally in the eyes of the Hunter.