Bobby
"Hm. Then how about we send the bloodhound to kill one of his men and stick their impaled head in front of his house for him to see?" Mercurio asked with a fairly exasperated tone, seeing as there was no other way to satisfy his younger brother without having a drop of blood being spilt. "Someone who is easily forgettable, too. So that there will be no remorse, but only fear and pity for an innocent victim."
Dale
At the comments from his body guard (Which Darin still considered him), he erupted into a loud groan and trashed around a bit. "No you *Lump!* It is all horrible, you're just not seeing it yet! Have you even realised the fact that I'M *CAPTURED?!*" Darin spat out with an exasperated tone. The poor Duke was not too thrilled about any of this, that much was evident. Sure, he had planned on going to Iron Gate.. But not like **THIS!**

Darin was rather hastily escorted to the city, and put in a pair of blindfolds. It reminded him of a surprise party, except that there clearly wasn't going to be any surprises, nor parties, occuring here. At least not if he had a say in the ways things ought to proceed. He could hear the odd "Ooooh" And "Aaaah" From bystanders as the Duke was lead on a blindfolded little strut, all the way to the central keep and throneroom, before being led in like a mule. His mood was about as sour as you'd expect from a mule, anyhow.

Still, the gritting of teeth and agresiveness in his stride, it really showed that Darin had no intentions of buckling here, giving in to any cooperation, or even as much as entertaining whoever the poor fellow who was first to greet him would be. Upon hearing a particular someone command for their blindfolds to be removed, the entirity of Darin's being seemed to quake for a moment. That voice, oh, he recognised it. It was far too recognisable. Before John could even finish his suitably dramatic greeting, Darin interrupted him mid sentence and blared out "Well, well, ***WELL!*** If it isn't the *Pretender* Himself!" Oh, it was by no means a diplomatic move. If he was thinking clearly, even Darin could probably figure to treat his captor with a bit more respect. But he was far too caught up in a combination of bristling anger, tension, and simple malevolence. It hardly helped that the Throne to Northwind was standing there, right in front of him.. Almost teasingly, like a colossal price waiting for him to sit on it. He'd have that throne soon. He was determined of it. Still, Darin didn't leave much of an opening for John to continue his greeting, immideatly going on the offensive with his loud and boisterous tone.. "I see you are attempting a little coup, *How cute!* What is your plan, to undermine the Northwind monarchy?! We both know I'm a **Far** More suitable heir, Burgh! So cut the fat, and get to the point of why I'm not **Dead **In a **Ditch!**"
Jeremy
"A bloodhound to kill one of his men... I don't know, the message seems muddled by that point. Does Zacharov have a bastards running around any Darin Norths in that family?" Kharlyle are more crust "No forget it, We can play Zacharov nicely, I'm sure a child killing won't get to him" He slowed and thought for one second "But he other one... De Burgh, he's never seen a real war, never really seen a hardship, he may be the perfect child killing candidate" Kharlyle looked over at his brother's plate. "Well if you are going to eat those pie crusts..."

"Woah woah woah, there Mr Duke ser the kind(Whalren has already forgotten Darin's titles) I s'pose you got captured and bringed to this city and all, but I'd hardly start throwing around words you can't take back, like *Lump*" Whalren furled his brow at Darin in a disappointed look. "Anyways" He looked back at the visually intimidated guard, *Stannis* Who still hadn't spoken to him "An' Stannis 'ere, we was talkin' all the way up 'ere, too bad Darin the Kind wasn't really all that awake, I know he's a conversationalist, yeah"

Kharlyle took the crusts from his plate "Well, Morcaster *Was* A fellow politician, and his views aligned fairly well with De Burghs from what I've heard, anti slavery and all" Kharlyle sneered at the phrase anti slavery "So I suppose a letter from a man like that should give us some advantage" Kharlyle thoughts ran in his head "We can arrange a meeting with him, he's only fighting a civil war, he can make time for us"
Dale
"I *WAS*, not that I wanted to be, mind you!" Darin rumbled, kicking his feet around in a particularily childish and upset manner. "And fine, perhaps you *DID* Perform, admirably, but I still got captured making the whole employment a failure." For a moment Darin considered it a more gentle repose would have been "Oaf", but he opted to not try his luck too much. ".. And, by extension, you didn't even get captured, did you?! You just complied to comnig along ***AFTER*** I got knocked out!" Darin remarked, almost sounding offended at it. "Are.. Are you even cuffed?!" He blared out, looking over. Huh. Darin hadn't considered that, but with the fact that Whalren had arms that certainly were comparable to tree-trunks probably made it a little hard to actually get some cuffs on him. "Ugh by the terrible and ever-watchful northern gods, can't you just smite me already and get it over with.." Darin grumbled under his breath.
Bobby
"Agreed. But I suspect that Burgh will suspect foul play when Morcaster himself doesn't arrive for their discussion." Mercurio muttered, tapping the ring against the table. He then leaned forward with his elbows resting on the hardwood. "Unless we have Morcaster send us, or me, in his name?"