<span style="font-family: Old English Text MT;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline">King Trystan</span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Trystan knew his brothers. They had changed over the years, but he felt he could still read them decently enough to predict certain reactions out of the two of them. He knew his littlest brother was looking for conquest. However, Ramsey would likely be content left to his own in Alderion as long as he wasn't provoked. He had to play his cards carefully lest he get swept straight into the center of the whirlpool they were creating.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"I don't fear any sort of unannounced attack on us from either of them. Alexander is loud and proud, and Ramsey is at least civil. However, if it will make my people feel more comfortable, we'll tighten security on the borders. Alert the builders that I would like a security wall build on our jungle side, and that I want watch towers at key intervals. There will be one way in and one way out from that direction. If my brothers want to play this game of fear tactics, then I must do what I can to make my merchants and subjects feel comfortable." <br/></span><br/>He didn't use a stirrer, he simply waved his finger over his cup of tea and a miniature vortex was created in the liquid stirring it for him as he stared off into space thoughtfully. After a moment's silence, he spoke again.<span style="color: #0040FF">"What about the pirate situation? Has that been dealt with yet?" </span><br/><br/>He paused as another thought hit his mind.<span style="color: #0040FF">"What about those people who've been coming into the city from the desert? What did they call themselves? Zoneys or something? They come from around Mekova, can you scry on them for me?<br/></span><br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111606">@Rethwyn</a><br/><br/><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #00FFFF"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Seraphina Octavia </span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Seeing things were about to turn ugly, Seraphina stepped into the fray more than she already was. She gathered the last of her belongings and held them in her arms looking to the apparent nobleman who'd just decided to threaten the huge dragon who seemed to appear out of nowhere. She moved in between the two knowing the dragon had only made a friendly joke, and she spoke.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">"Let's not get rash now...she was only teasing...." </span>The woman still stood there looking very angry.<span style="color: #00FFFF">"I will just get my things and leave and we can look over this entire mess." </span>She spoke to the group around her trying to solve the problem that she inadvertently created.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111159">@Blackmarket Salesman</a><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111783">@turtleteapot</a>