"Thank you, Lizbeth, but give me just a moment."
Hearing Lambier's comment, Lizbeth stopped a few bromes away from Lambier's and Rakan's duel. "Very well. But don't forget your job."
Rakan, unlike Lambier, let his justified worries begin to set in. He knew exactly who Lizbeth was, to an extent. After all, they had met many times as children to leaders of neighboring territories. And while Rakan hadn't seen Lizbeth in years, Rakan understood that she was an early-perennial way back then. So he would bet that she was at least a low-perennial. Rakan even considered the chance of Lizbeth being a mid-perennial when compared to Rhyner Trighton's recent rise as a regional king.
Chting! Crunch! Fwirrrl!
