"... I believed Lady Aries saw something in His Majesty and in you people that others such as myself hadn't.
"Are you saying you don't like me? I thought we were friends?" Morro frowned as he placed the broken porcelain back on the table that he had been munching when he finished his drink.
Ismael smiled subtly and darted his eyes between the two. His eyes softened slightly, shaking his head before pushing himself up.
"Friends is rather too soon for me to claim," he replied, holding a folded paper before marching to the stand where his coat was hanging. Once he grabbed the coat, he looked back at the two.
"But you were great allies to have. I wish you settle your issues and have a good outcome." He lowered his head. "Sir Morro, will you assist me?"
"Where?" Morro perked up. "This cup tastes good. Will you give me more?"
