Phaedra escaped from the planning room before Teneca could drop dead of anger.
She half expected her sword to be thrown out of the room... but thankfully the other Highblades were more professional than their Commander.
Still... Phaedra got what she needed from that b*tch.
As embarrassing as it was... she knew what she had to do.
She had to apologize.
Antagonizing Duplicarius Tychon was... easily the worst blunder of her military career-- if not her entire life.
She had always been a woman who spoke her mind, rarely thinking about the consequences... Any complaints her rivals had to offer, Phaedra could silence with merit. She... had no social life to speak of, so she devoted countless bells to her work and personal training.
Tensions had been high following the Wolves' defeat but that was no excuse. She had done him a great disservice.
Half-Elf - “They’ve been at it for f*ckin’ bells. Someone should tell ‘em to keep it down.”
Elf - “You speak of the man who broke half of Sergeant Kelren’s teeth and defeated a giant metal bear in close combat?”
H&E - “...”
H - “Wanna go get some chow?”
E - “Let us depart forthwith.”