The Second.... Thingy
Jun. 1st, 2013 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

"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)