The Tortle, unsure about how he was teleported from a tavern to a heavily populated place next to his group of adventurers as well as some new ones and the president who just happens to share the same name as the tavernkeep, just sits there for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation.
Malikily surveys the room, looking for any potential dangers or threats. After he is done, he looks at the screamer, trying to make sense of what he said, or rather, screamed at the top of his lungs. The thing about the "rebel" worries him most.
Akyan looks at Aaron, "What exactly are we doing here?"
"I have brought you here to protect me from any further assassination attempts. You shall be recompensed in like."
"I was told that our quest was to vanquish the darkness. You lying to us?" Malikily steps toward Aaron Firehand in a threatening way
"Who is trying to assassinate you?" Akyan states in an irritated voice, "If someone here is trying to kill you, weren't you safer back where we just came from?"
"So far no one has answered any of my questions!" He turns to look at the previous screamer, and repeats his last question,"Why were you screaming and who is this rebel?" Then he turns to Aaron, "I thought our quest was to vanquish the darkness!"
"There is darkness here in the city: the Rightful Queen. We must find her before she sends more people to assassinate me. She has not, thus far, succeeded." Aaron says, hands downward. "I would not lie to anyone; I'm a politician. And Sir Parcival has... PTSD. That's why I'm replacing him."
"Right..." Rieka looks around, slightly overwhelmed by everything around her. "If you want us to take down the rightful queen, then you should tell us where to start."
"Start with Sir Parcival, he may know something. Malikaly, would you mind staying behind for just a moment? I have but a question for you."
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
