Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 85th day of Fall, Arenfall
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Senator Lucresia stormed out of the tent leaving them speechless. Lord Prestonheim sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. While Stolas went into his small table and prepared tea. His ward knew that it was going to be a long night for everyone involved. Prince Arterius loomed over the senator's words, clicking his tongue in frustration at the feeble senator's remarks.
"Is he serious?!" He threw his staff on the ground. "He's going to kill them as scapegoats for my gamble?!"
"Yes, and no." Lord Prestonheim sighed. "Senator Lucresia is a prideful man. He takes pride at the Arterian Knights and takes pride at his unrivalled mind. You just overstepped on both."
"W-what do you mean, godfather?" Prince Arterius scratched his head.