Reginald was at the shore the majority of the time, and ran back to the castle as fast as he could, and stayed at the entrance. “SEND GUARDS TO PROTECT THE KING! ONE OF THE KING’S MOST TRUSTED IS ABOUT TO TRY TO KILL HIM! I NEED THE PALADIN HERE NOWWWW!!! (Damn vague cuttlefish. Coulda told me who it was…”
(Shit’s going down, I’m yelling timber)
Andrew is shocked a little, then looks at Annebelle.
A: No-Now’s not the time. Get behind me.
“…” She growled. “I trust her.”
Andrew is sweating profusely. He starts moving his hands in mysterious ways
A: ARE YOU HALF-MAD? GET BEHIND ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!
“I just want Grea, god dammit! Give her to me!” (You know he could ask her to teleport here, cheesy)
“Lyndas is I.”
Lyndas licks the knife, and walks towards Andrew.
“When I killed the Ritualist, her screams were satisfying, even if it were my own mother.”
“What if, my knife met the male… Cult Leader?”
“Mithras never did care about my family, why should I care about his followers?”
She walks up to Andrew, and pokes the knife at his neck.
“You know, I’ll let you live… So I can kill more… Yes…” _She pushes Andrew away from the knife point.
“Leave her alone, however” She points to Annebelle. “Abigail likes her too much you see… Touch her, and I’ll have to make her sad. You know… hehe…”
Lyndas walks towards Annebelle, and faints in front of her. Abigail is there again, no longer the crazed maniac that was briefly present.
He turns to everyone in the throne room that was staring at him. “I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I AM THE KING’S BROTHER, AND I NEED TO SEE HIM ABOUT THE CULT OF MITHRAS DIVISION 42!”
A spot in the shop shortly got shrouded in shadows. A few seconds later, a blinding light emitted from it and Grea jumped out. She looked around, spotting her leader. G:“Why do you need me?” A:"…grea! Grea! A-are you alright?"