Honestly, I don't know how Hammy Mortimer will end up being. Though I do see him at least trying to have some dramatic flair. Though you know you want to see this.
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Karin de la Valliere tried to make sense of the scene before her. "What are you two doing?"
She certainly wasn't the only one pondering that same question. A small throng of people, Knights, and a few Noblemen, had gathered around and were muttering among themselves. This gathering formed a sort of shelter, beating back the swarms of desperate messengers, Nobles, and court officials that filled the halls. Seated on the floor of the hallway outside the Queen's council chambers, a certain Faerie Lord and a certain foppish idiot that she had once known during her long service to the crown, looked up simultaneously. Scattered before them were maps, books, and a variety of odds and ends, including but not limited to silverware, writing utensils, navigational instruments, and playing cards, coins, and dice.
The detritus seemed to be scattered randomly at first, but slowly, Karin began to pick out an arcane order to it all.
"Oh, Karin, lovely to see you could make it to our strategy session." General Belgen Gramont said.
Karin felt her eye twitch. Calm, remain calm, do not allow your steel to soften in the heat, that would never do. "I repeat, what are you two doing?" Peering over the General's shoulder, Karin recognized the maps for what they were, the Northern and Coastal regions of Albion.
The two men exchanged glances before General Gramont looked back up. "Well, isn't that obvious? We're plotting the downfall of Albion!"
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