Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Bradhoc: *tries to shrug Rye off* No! *grabs the bars of the gates, shaking them* PORTIAAAAAAA!!!

Guard2: Don't look a gift horse... *nods at Rye*

Rye: >: O *more forcefully grabs Bradhoc, and drags him away, very good at spiriting around the corner*

Bradhoc: UNHAND ME! *yells at Rye, then back at the guards* GUARDS! DO SOMETHING! I'M BEING ACCOSTED!

-A moment later, in a side alley...-

Rye: >:< *mad and a little rough, grabs Bradhoc by the shirt scruff and pulls back his shirt along the neckline, looking for the runic marks, then runs his hands over them, knowing how to make them glow* Just as I suspected. *tosses Bradhoc deeper into the alley* Perhaps I should turn you into the king, personally. Bradhoc Browning. Traitor to the Crown.