[b]Silsila Om[/b]

Silsila's mouth opens and stays there, gaping like a fish, before closing shut, golden lips pressed into a thin line. A dark, burning flush rolls over her cheeks, one hand behind her head, the other sheathing her sword. "You could have simply asked!" She says, notes of humiliation and frustration on her voice, mingling with relief, as she turns around and dashes out of the room.

Birsi couldn't have gotten into THAT much trouble, could she?


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I'm off to rescue Birsi! And tie up some NPCs!
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[b]Birsi[/b]
Honor demands her Punishment… Honor requires Sacrifice… Birsi steeled herself in her mind, taking her thoughts and soothing them with a slow exhale that felt like steam leaving a boiling pot. “Ma’am…” Her words leave her mouth with a lack of fire behind them, instead the firmness of steel and order is behind them. “Please think clearly, you may have numbers, but aside from you, I do not think you have the skill to handle both the guards and the Fire Wheels. The weakest link in a chain is the one that breaks, and in the case for your majority, they are the weakest links.” Surely this person would listen to some form of reason, right?

Birsi herself couldn’t understand where this person was coming from… Discontent with the Sultan? How was that even possible, she is the very word and voice of the Almighty, her rule is just and fair, how could someone even think of being a dissenter aimed against her? Surely this was just an overreaction on this woman’s part… She couldn’t allow Usurpers or Rebellion, but she could at least convince this person with logic and reason like any person, right? First she would make her realize that there is too much strength mounted against her view, and then convince her that all is well, a simple process… She hoped.