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those heroes in great novels who would take in all the possible escape routes. That being said, my best bet was probably through the roof and across the gardens I had seen on the eastern side. They looked far less populated. Maybe I was getting better. How many monsters had I escaped from now? Part of me had been well-trained by Shazam to look for escape routes. Though thinking of the tall Amazon made me sad. Lia Kingsley was dead, along with my father.
One of the metal suited guards jerked me back by my shirt and pushed me to the ground. The first thought to occur was one of a child trying desperately not to dirty the thick carpet. That brief horror at making a mess confused me. I didn’t want to get the one nice room in this place dirty with my grody clothes.
“Kneel, prisoner,” the man said, which I only heard part of. After being pushed down rudely a third time I gained some perspective and took care to look around. “Stay down!”
“Lord, perhaps it would have been best to at least hose the prisoner down prior to transportation.” There was a person standing off to one side wearing immaculate clothing. The suit was clearly high fashion, well-made, and not some wholesale poorly cut length. His sleeves fit well and white gloves finished off the suit’s image.
“No, we need to get this filth moved on toward punishment as soon as possible. We are tired of housing his simpleton self in the dungeon with those lesser criminals.” The king somehow seemed to grow taller. It might have been my face getting closer to the ground. The guards were intent upon shoving me far into the now dirtied carpeting.
“Of course, your lordship is wise to move him on quickly, but only a moment more might have saved a fine carpet. It was a gift I believe, as part of your reinstatement.”
“We will simply tack the loss on to his debt.” The king waved dismissively. Next to him a thin looking fellow with a ledger nodded and put quill to paper.
“How wise,” the man wearing a dovetailed jacket said. He looked very clean and professional.
“Don’t pay such hollow lip service in front of us, counsel. Were it not for the Voice of Balance requiring all Travelers to have representation, we would have thrown you out.”
The man bowed at the waist but chose not to say anything. He reminded me of the player Frankenstein mixed with a butler. There was also far less over the top silliness involved with this other person.
“We are King Nero, and you have been dragged here today so that we could see your face, in person. By this, we might judge if you held a shred of remorse for your crimes.” There was a man standing maybe twenty feet away. He looked familiar, but there had been so many people in the last few months. It could have been a client with their broken ARC, but this person was clearly an NPC.
Was his face the same as my [King’s Taste Tester] event? Maybe Continue Online allowed for the right to remain silent. The guards behind me had made it pretty clear all actions were not allowed. They were more than happy to interrupt me with no provocation.
“Do you? Traveler? Do you have any remorse for the death of a good woman?” King Nero's voice didn’t precisely sound condescending but came close. There was a vibration that combined attention demanding with assertiveness. A set of scars drug down the left end of his neck.
“She fought hard for her beliefs, and I for mine,” I said carefully from the ground. There was no good answer to the conflict which had happened between us. Senseless waste existed on both sides. Part of me wondered if the Continue Online version of Auntie Backstab existed somewhere here, hating my Hermes autopilot with all the rage a giant half-ogre or mountain giant could manage.
“As Hermes’ counsel, I would like to remind the king that Hermes did endeavor to reduce the loss of soldiers on both sides,” the professional person acting as my counsel advised the king. I had no idea who this
One of the metal suited guards jerked me back by my shirt and pushed me to the ground. The first thought to occur was one of a child trying desperately not to dirty the thick carpet. That brief horror at making a mess confused me. I didn’t want to get the one nice room in this place dirty with my grody clothes.
“Kneel, prisoner,” the man said, which I only heard part of. After being pushed down rudely a third time I gained some perspective and took care to look around. “Stay down!”
“Lord, perhaps it would have been best to at least hose the prisoner down prior to transportation.” There was a person standing off to one side wearing immaculate clothing. The suit was clearly high fashion, well-made, and not some wholesale poorly cut length. His sleeves fit well and white gloves finished off the suit’s image.
“No, we need to get this filth moved on toward punishment as soon as possible. We are tired of housing his simpleton self in the dungeon with those lesser criminals.” The king somehow seemed to grow taller. It might have been my face getting closer to the ground. The guards were intent upon shoving me far into the now dirtied carpeting.
“Of course, your lordship is wise to move him on quickly, but only a moment more might have saved a fine carpet. It was a gift I believe, as part of your reinstatement.”
“We will simply tack the loss on to his debt.” The king waved dismissively. Next to him a thin looking fellow with a ledger nodded and put quill to paper.
“How wise,” the man wearing a dovetailed jacket said. He looked very clean and professional.
“Don’t pay such hollow lip service in front of us, counsel. Were it not for the Voice of Balance requiring all Travelers to have representation, we would have thrown you out.”
The man bowed at the waist but chose not to say anything. He reminded me of the player Frankenstein mixed with a butler. There was also far less over the top silliness involved with this other person.
“We are King Nero, and you have been dragged here today so that we could see your face, in person. By this, we might judge if you held a shred of remorse for your crimes.” There was a man standing maybe twenty feet away. He looked familiar, but there had been so many people in the last few months. It could have been a client with their broken ARC, but this person was clearly an NPC.
Was his face the same as my [King’s Taste Tester] event? Maybe Continue Online allowed for the right to remain silent. The guards behind me had made it pretty clear all actions were not allowed. They were more than happy to interrupt me with no provocation.
“Do you? Traveler? Do you have any remorse for the death of a good woman?” King Nero's voice didn’t precisely sound condescending but came close. There was a vibration that combined attention demanding with assertiveness. A set of scars drug down the left end of his neck.
“She fought hard for her beliefs, and I for mine,” I said carefully from the ground. There was no good answer to the conflict which had happened between us. Senseless waste existed on both sides. Part of me wondered if the Continue Online version of Auntie Backstab existed somewhere here, hating my Hermes autopilot with all the rage a giant half-ogre or mountain giant could manage.
“As Hermes’ counsel, I would like to remind the king that Hermes did endeavor to reduce the loss of soldiers on both sides,” the professional person acting as my counsel advised the king. I had no idea who this
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