Benjamin Ya

Bradhoc Browning

Cecil Harvey (DS)

Rye

Script

Rye: Of course, Your Majesty. If he tries anything, this time I will give Bradhoc liberty. The liberty of his head from his torso.

Bradhoc: : O

Cecil: : o

Ben: : O

Rye: *sighs and rubs his cheek*

Cecil: Step this way, Lord Browning. *opens the cell and lets Bradhoc out*

Bradhoc: *looks skittish, like he's scared of his own shadow, but walks out of the cell* ~I did not expect to be given mercy from the halfbreeds... my enemies... ~

Rye: *looms over him*

Bradhoc: Ehh... *leans away from Rye and wheezes* For the record, I did try to warn you that something was happening to me!