Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Bradhoc: *shakes his head* I'm not sure how I can make you understand that I'm telling you the truth. Or make you understand that I... *closes his fists, voice wavering* I could be part of... the Lunarian plan... though completely against my will. What should I do?

Rye: I've been told that the king takes pleas of mercy seriously.

Bradhoc: *face pales* If go to Cecil about this, I’ll be putting my own neck on the chopping block. You know that.

Rye: Cecil isn't going to kill you for eating raw steak... and... um... cattle blood. *motions to the blood-smeared floor*

Bradhoc: What a mess. *gets a mop to clean up* And what a time to be without housekeeping.

Rye: Well, if you remember anything else…

Bradhoc: *though he’s hardly cleaned a day in his life, he begins working on it... feeling suddenly hungry, but also feels queasy and ill* Ugh…