Bralen, despot Drench King
As much as it clearly makes the bristle, Silas’ hand coming up is both effective and necessary. Bralens already open mouth snaps shut again, their eyes rolling as they listen to the concerns listed. Less than they’d have thought, in all honesty.
“They claim they know who did the bombings too, and we’re all still stuck aren’t we?” No small amount of sass fills Bralens voice, wide dark eyes focusing on Silas and his reaction. They’re winning this, they can just feel it, a premature grin sliding across their face. “We can take something out. Something small, fiddly. Hard to find and harder to replace.” Their hands fold together, coming to rest under their chin as Bralen beams across at the other.
Something else comes to mind then, makes the edges of their grin curl up just a little more. “Its not like we even need to tell Serkli everything either. Just us can keep a secret, right Crendo?”
“They claim they know who did the bombings too, and we’re all still stuck aren’t we?” No small amount of sass fills Bralens voice, wide dark eyes focusing on Silas and his reaction. They’re winning this, they can just feel it, a premature grin sliding across their face. “We can take something out. Something small, fiddly. Hard to find and harder to replace.” Their hands fold together, coming to rest under their chin as Bralen beams across at the other.
Something else comes to mind then, makes the edges of their grin curl up just a little more. “Its not like we even need to tell Serkli everything either. Just us can keep a secret, right Crendo?”