OOC>> Quite well, Larry, and very humorous, though this girl's lover is in bed with a unhealing wound.
I will delete the other post if people find it distracting. IC>>
SIR BLANDAMOUR (To King Beresfor) "Your Highness, may I be permitted to say that I find all of this talk of a piece of fired clay distasteful when it is your daughter's life that is in question? I quite fail to see why you hesitate in the slightest."
BERESFOR "You are impertinent, sirrah! Go slay me this dragon that holds my Gudrun captive, and your Order will have a strong friend in me."
SIR BLANDAMOUR (Bows) "I am glad to say that I am not under your orders, your Highness. Mine are to investigate this and to do as I see fit. Since I doubt that a man like your Highness would be requesting the Order's help, if your Highness' men could do it themselves, it would appear to behoove your Highness to take a less preemptory tone with me. I want to know the history of this item, what it is, and why the drgon covets it so, when he knows that such an action could bring on his doom."