Raubahn is still engaged with Ilberd, while Lolorito is escorted quietly out of the room for his own safety. Meanwhile, Irhya rocks a bit against her fetters, curling her fingers.
"You call this even?" she grouses, just in time to hear Ilberd set the trap.
"You want to know who killed your precious sultana?"
A pause, and it's as if the whole room holds its breath.
"It was me."
Maybe, or maybe not, Irhya thinks. Either way, it's enough to bait him when he's this far lost to anger, far more of a Mad Bull than she's ever seen him. If Ilberd has learned anything in the intervening years, it was most definitely in the art of large-scale backstabbing.
"Help!" she pronounces in a single caustic bite, shooting a desperate glance at Camilla.
betting contest tbh
"You call this even?" she grouses, just in time to hear Ilberd set the trap.
"You want to know who killed your precious sultana?"
A pause, and it's as if the whole room holds its breath.
"It was me."
Maybe, or maybe not, Irhya thinks. Either way, it's enough to bait him when he's this far lost to anger, far more of a Mad Bull than she's ever seen him. If Ilberd has learned anything in the intervening years, it was most definitely in the art of large-scale backstabbing.
"Help!" she pronounces in a single caustic bite, shooting a desperate glance at Camilla.