[IRP] Secrets of the Empire

[Swift_Assassin]

"So. Did he say it? That day I mean?" Wolfram questioned Marcus. The knight turned his towards him and nodded. Despite the vague nature of that question, it was a bit of an inside thing between them, developed over the past couple years. It was a reference to an unofficial family motto. "In a terrible situation, there are no terrible ideas."

"Twice."

The two were startled and looked at the lord, unaware that he had caught on to this long before. "Twice, milord? Who'd you say it to the next time?" He replied, revealing he didn't even hear about this.

Shad turned around and stopped. He sighed, followed with a deep breath. "Kalin. The Pegasus Knight," He answered. "I've figured I'd only ever say that to someone I know as being reasonable."

"The pegasus knight?...Was that before or during your flight?" Wolfram inquired.

"Before. I told her it was a terrible idea, but et cetera, et certera," He paused. "I hope all Ilians aren't air-headed like she is. Want to know her reply to that?" Shad said rhetorically. "The insane plans are the best plans!" He mocked, even trying to mimic her enthusiasm.

The pair looked at each other, one trying significantly harder than the other to suppress their laughter. Wolfram looked back at Shad. "That phrase was your uncles excuse for their reckless behavior, pup. You just had the misfortune of growing up in what was essentially their safe house back when they came of age," the shaman explained. Shad turned around after that comment. "I still can't believe they paid someone to put that on a plaque," Wolfram exclaimed.

Marcus crept closer to Wolfram as Shad began walking off. He began to whisper to him, "You do remember Daren used to-". Wolfram cut him off by covering his mouth mid-sentence. One of the things he was truly concerned about was Shad becoming as reckless as his father. It's still better than as reckless as his uncles, but he'd rather he wasn't reckless at all.

Shad just looked around and noticed a bit of a scene outside of a building. A red-haired woman was helping a poor...really overdressed man? woman? who collapsed. Wouldn't it be funny if that was Paige? What would the chances be? It's not like red is a common hair color. Their only in a town ruled by red-haired men for decades. "So where is this place?"

Marcus looked around from where they were and pointed it out. Right in the direction of the scene. Convenient. "Let's take our time. I'd rather not step over someone to get a cup of tea."