Mr Rat sat in contemplation, thinking of those Baruch children of long ago that he had helped raise. He had hoped Isabel along with those others would grow up to be a good, distinguished people. How disappointed he was in the end, though there was still hope for Petyr.
Mr Rat grins, feeling some sense of joy for the NGS' turmoil, they had never supported him in his time of need, when his family was being murdered in the streets and thus in his mind, deserved nothing but misfortune.
Sir Candle feels a slight amount of guilt not having helped the HIS HIGHNESS LOTHAR VLADISLAV ALIMAR FORMER PRINCE OF RUBERN but then he thinks to himself he was better off not making enemies of the coup'ees, so long as Candle survived he was ok with it.
If there was one thing Mr Rat hated most it was evil dragon cultist and evil dragons in general. "Here's to hoping both sides wipe eachother out, paladins and dragon cultists alike!"
Sir Candle looks up from tying Prince Lothar Vladislav Alimar of the Principality of Rubern's shoes for him. "Those Helvets folk you know, they have a manor near Providence, ive heard whats happened is quite the scandal."
Mr Reginald quickly sweeps the floor behind the Prince of Rubern Lothar's every footfall as he dances in joy. " Your highness be careful! You have tender heels!". After which he goes to his private room and marks this day on his calendar, making sure to set it has a holiday for him and his family, the Tyrant was dead.
Reginald speaks this to his Highness Prince Lothar Alimar of Rubern "All the porcelain is cracked and shabby! They were poorly made Haensetian imports! We might go ahead and have some fine plateware shipped in from those high elves now." At that, we would then shuffle off to sort through the many books of the Ruberni library, largest collection in mankind.