<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/667768594154651661/667768640065503232/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brianni LaRue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Throne Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Response to King<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The sound of her armor squeaked, giving away the only evidence of her presence. The mercenary watched and heard this king with keen senses. She focused on the tone, the worry, anything that perhaps his majesty was keeping from them. LaRue learned long ago that there something always left unsaid, and it killed you in the end.<br/><br/>Ancient evils, always ancient evils. Brianni smirked a bit, one of the few expressions that did not cause her discomfort. She folded her arms, leaning against one of the pillars.<br/><br/>The pillars. This leader had a lot, and from the looks of the palace the situation seemed good.<em> Imagine for a moment LaRue, a great city at the edge of the unknown, a ripe luscious sweet fruit waiting to be taken. This one might just be a friend and not after her or use her as a weapon against that unknown.</em><br/><br/>They were not asking! Brianna, fidgeted again, her armor squeezing in the massive hall. Someone had to ask. Perhaps their lives, or more seriously hers, could be on the line.<br/><br/>It might be seen as rude, but too many times there was a fine print, an unspoken thing, that someone remembers right before the abyss swallows.<br/><br/><strong>My apologies if rude, your majesty,</strong>her voice cracked at the onset for lack of use. Her body was always more ready than her words.<strong> But is there anything that you are not saying? I have seen proven many times what an old dwarf companion chants before a contract...<br/><br/>What is unsaid makes you dead!</strong>