<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">After the Fight earlier, the cure lights wounds rolls were 11 &amp; 7, for total of 18 HP recovered with them then. If you wish to reroll, I am permitting it, just use the Elliquiy's dice-roller and link me with the rolls.</div></div><br/>The men tensed up, and the bearded older man frowned. "A King's Loyalist?" He started, staring at Gabriel. "Have you not seen what your king can do? You've heard it first-hand too then. And he was willing to torture and murder people on suspicion? Does that not already show he cannot be trusted?" He leaned closer. "As for the 'legality', the king's wife was a<em>harpy</em>of a woman, wanting his wealth and his influence, but the witch had little care for the king! You have heard of the old king until your ears bled, but you ever heard one good word about the queen?!"<br/><br/>The old man slammed a hand on the table. "I question whether that young prince had any<em>king</em>in him at all!" His voice was serious, but as he stared at Gabriel, Gabriel could see the eyes of a fanatic there.<br/><br/>"Maybe we should consider it, if the prince was willing to stop these actions and the<em>persecution</em>that his Protectors attempt to have on anyone accusing him of what he does and questioning him. If the king was willing to talk, and even meet with the princess..."<br/><br/>The young woman was silenced immediately, by a gesture from the third man there. "Enough." Without a word, the two cloaked figures put their hands on the shoulders of the men, and with a blink, they were gone. The next instant, a window opened in the building across the street, and Gabriel could see the figure of the sneaky champion raising a heavy crossbow towards the back of the woman that had at least listened to Gabriel, the sneak seeming to think the flash as the sign, aiming to shoot the woman in the back through the window there.<br/><br/>"Listen, the prince has upset more than one noble, the<em>Merchants Guild</em>wants him dead, so do<em>The Five Nobles</em>and even the<em>Order of the Dragon</em>has signed in!" The woman spoke hastily, looking at Gabriel intently. "The guildmaster is fanatical follower of C, and C is never seen without mask, or the masked<em>Dark Knights</em>he keeps around him. Or her."