The Second.... Thingy

[quu]

Welcome, outlanders, to the throne room of (presently unconscious) King Alxis of Glazingstoke. The lilac-colored eyes of the sorcerous Prince Joffrey fix with unnerving penetration upon the party of outlanders as he clasps his beloved father to his breast. Limned he is by the last of his flames; their low ebb purples the face of the slumbering king. The echoes of deep magic swirl in the room and color the sunlight that streams through the windows.

"Explain yourselves." He commands. It is the tone of someone who is used to being obeyed immediately.

Behind him, about him, a few guards are coming around from their poisonous nap. Groggy blinking; clumsy, sleep-swollen hands fumbling to check upturned helmets, or grasp weapons, or smooth ruffled feathers. A muffled "wut happnd" slurs from someone's numb lips. Two piles of black ash smoulder silently upon the dais.

(Free-for-all response)

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[quu]

A number of snoozy quarrels are erupting patchily throughout the room.

"Yeah... see about... yer peopzzzzzskrh..." Argues someone behind Shonagon. Here and there members of the audience are slowly rousing themselves.

The prince remarks, "Truly I am touched by your concern for others, Lady." He might be trolling. On the other hand, it appears that he does recognize her as something a little above the typical rabble.

[yowokomete]

She nods when he addresses her as a lady.

"Given that you incinerated the people I suspect may have been able to provide answers, I'm unsure what other help we could be." She smiles wryly, but it's mostly hidden by her fan. "Not that I could argue that you acted in any unjustified manner. You very well may have saved our lives by doing so, and I thank you for it."

[quu]

Though there is no time for him to reply before his father starts to stir, Joffrey has, at least, time to consider her polished, courtly manners.

It is an item of interest to him.