Multiple stopped and stared, the Count's voice carried long in the distance. Some peered corners to catch a glimpse, the fascination with conflict was a guilty pleasure of humanity. Raide and Bleu stood against the very infuriating noble – veins bloated on his temples whilst the forehead crinkled harshly, the pupils vehemently screamed, '-you're going to pay.'
"Olphia and Olvier," called Raide, "-please tell your employee to not cause trouble." They looked up, confused and on edge, the debate had sucked any sliver of confidence.
"The matter was settled by her majesty's judgment," intervened Bleu, "-Baron Denlord, 'twould behoove thee not to add further insult to thy already pitiful attempts at scheming." The words held weight; the arrival of Angel completely turned the tides of the proceedings. An ace up their sleeves, a very, very humble statement.
