As the noise around the hall slowly rises once again to its buzz of anticipation, excitement, and debate, a new tone has entered the air. The darkness of evil deeds has already penetrated into the new reign, and the questions fly thick and fast as to who could be the perpetrator of the act. Suspicion falls at last upon the barbarian princes, though upon no head in particular can the blame be laid.
A member of the festivities ceases his conversation just long enough to scribble a short note, and pass it under the table to his friend. He then returns to chatting with a young duchess at his side, while his friend takes furtive glances at the note. "You and I will stand guard tonight. Our orders are that none are to pass at the penalty of death, which suits me well. Do not be late at your post."
The friend overhears Flightcap still chatting with the duchess. "Indeed, the poison was no ruse. I have spoken to our lady's relations from the other world, and they have told me that she truly was laid up ill in bed for many hours. They said that she was anxious to once again speak to her followers, but quite too ill to do so. We can be glad that she has recovered in time for the elections soon to come."
Last edited by Flightcap; 05-29-2009 at 07:51 PM.
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