Solemn, they sat at a round table and had their eyes all fixated at the centre of the table.
"My lord, what if you go ahead and request an audience with the king, he might be able to help out". Dustin suggested.
"Or maybe he wouldn't. After what he said and done, a lot of nobles have opposed him. Doing you a favour would only seek to garner more hate from the nobles".
Dustin himself rebuked the idea he thought of after running it through a logical scan.
"What if we just storm in-... Right, that wouldn't work now would it. Ha, haha, ha".
Ivanna was about to propose an insane idea but was stopped by the gaze the three gave her. She instead brushed it off with an awkward laugh.
"This won't do, I have to meet with the king". Mikeal exclaimed.
"You mean your father, my lord". Ivanna corrected, stylishly pushing in an agenda.
As Mikeal was already used to Ivanna's way of speaking, he found her comment ignoble with a stare.
