Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Bradhoc: *looks angry for a moment, then composes himself and leans cloooooooooser with a scheming face* How much do they pay you? I offer you twice as much... no... no... three times as much!

Rye: *pulls back his hood, watching while this is all happening*

Guard: Sir, you are making a scene. *mutters at Bradhoc* Don't make me have to call the Royal Guard!

Bradhoc: Royal Guard? You clearly don't know who I am! I can BUY the Royal Guard! *flusters, standing tall, trying everything to get his way* If Lady Suksley learns that you have turned Lord Browning away from her gates, this will be your job... and maybe your HEAD!

*A hand grabs Bradhoc from behind*

Rye: *looks at the Guards* I will take it from here.

Guard: *makes a questioning look* An... elf?

Bradhoc: No! I have to see her!