Retainers... retainers... [i]retainers[/i] ?! That word alone probably would have been a far cry from being enough to trigger Lorcan's anger, and Emmaline's act of degrading him to a mere 'jester' could also be excused by the fact that she had indeed tried to get them out of trouble, but the Skayleigh's opinion was biased. She had tried things her way in the most reckless fashion imaginable before, so what the woman had done now felt more like a repetition of that than it really was.

Or, in other words, Lorcan was looking neither like a jester nor like a humble follower when he went after Emmaline's steps for the next couple of seconds, but his looks would have been more acceptable for the role of a maddened harlequin whose part of the overall performance was to murder the king and shove his still warm body down from the stage and into the audience. He would have lied by stating that he was [i]not[/i] waiting for her to utterly fail with her kind of approach.

The larger part of Lorcan's irritation fell victim to oblivion though once he spotted that the [i]Umbrico Soldati[/i] had some decent comfort to offer. After dozens of miles walking, the thing falling from the sky and the encounter with the bandits this was very much like the kind of change he needed. It would put a severe strain on his pocket, but maybe Raddek's friend would indeed be able to... 'manage' ? The other question was though how their de-facto leader did happen to have just the right kind of friend at the right spot in the first place. Maybe this was just a bit of paranoia, but Lorcan thought it certainly was good to never forget that the majority of the party was here for one reason alone: they had done bad things in the past.

Who could be trusted and who not had been more of a secondary concern as long as everyone's life had been in immediate danger from much more obvious, external sources. Now however that one could expect things to settle down a little bit with a fair degree of reason any malicious nature, human or not, would have the chance to come back to the surface and do its deed. There were predators that did not hesitate from going after their own kind... Therefore, the Skayleigh decided that it would be best to sit with his back not to the open street or the main hall, but as close to a solid piece of building as possible.

Having squeezed himself into what had looked like the piece of furniture better suited for a half-giant than the others, Lorcan observed his surroundings. The place clearly was fascinating, if not even outright luxurious, but still he couldn't do otherwise than to spend most of his time on the people here. What were they doing ? What were they talking ? The influx of unknown dialects and habits was bound to cause a headache, but for the moment the Skayleigh just felt a little safer that way.


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