#gilderon

Andreo shifts his weight uncomfortably. "Before...um. Before we go there's something important that I need to do." Filorian blinks at Andreo. [Filorian]: ...Okay? [Andreo]: That will only take a second. I hope. Andreo tugs his gloves, ears twitching back. "Um... right. Yes, pardon me, one second." Slight sparks flick around him. Fire, oddly, not really anything Light. Filorian blinks, watching the priest.

[Gilderon]: The Hall of Sunrunner is where I currently reside my Lord. Andreo clears his throat mildly, ears twitching back. "Lord Sunlash. Pardon this interuption, but may I have a word? It will only take a moment of your time, I promise." [Zaerindar]: Very well. Expect that in-.. ... Zaerindar looks at Andreo...and then past him, at Filorian. Zaerindar focuses on Andreo again. [Zaerindar]: No. Filorian holds Mistake in his arms, head tilted aside. [Zaerindar]: I care very little for what you and your ...lover...have to say, thank you. Zaerindar gives a small bow, turning around curtly. Sathanín takes a deep breath. "My apologies." he murmurs very softly. Zaerindar looks at Sathanín. [Zaerindar]: Apologies, Ser Dawnrise. Expect that invitation within the week, I'd say. [Gilderon]: Of course my Lord, I thank you. [Filorian]: I'll be waiting, Andreo. Filorian with that, vanishes. Sathanín remains silent, not wanting to look like a jackass. Andreo waits silently instead of slipping away with the dismissal. He slips forward a step, balls one hand and, with a speed and strength that belies his slight figure, strikes Zaerindar HARD in the back of the head. Someone's not afraid to look like a jackass here, at least. [Filorian]: ...Sun above. Zaerindar falls...because he's sick. And weak. Zaerindar lies down. Andreo spits, "You threaten his life again and the next one will be light and fire, you self-righteous BASTARD." Filorian slips forward, and gathers Andreo up, pushing the rabbit into his arms. Sathanín turns and looks at the man, he rushes over and moves to strike his face. Gilderon watches the scene unfold for a moment before yelling for the guards. Filorian takes the hit instead, and inhales deeply . [Filorian]: You will not. [Zaerindar]: ... ... ...nngh... [Zaerindar]: Guards. Get the guards...Arrest them. Arrest them both. Filorian shakes himself a bit. "Tend to the Lord, if you are so concerned." Gilderon can only assume that in the middle of the city, they would come quickly to break this fight up. [Zaerindar]: Assault to a Magister- Get him. [Filorian]: ...Death threats against a Lord, Zaerindar. [Filorian]: I think that's enough to counter. Sathanín snorts loudly, he leans his head back and spits in the man's face before walking over to Zaerindar, keeping the pair in his eyesight. Zaerindar looks up again...eyes narrowing. Andreo flinches, his shoulders shaking, and slips back a step. His gaze slides aside, and he mutters softly. "Okay, before we do get hauled off, Filo?" Filorian vanishes on the spot, taking Andreo with him. [Zaerindar]: This does not change m...

[Filorian]: You of course understand. [Filorian]: That we're going to have to do a lot of paperwork now. [Filorian]: And I'm going to have to pull a great many strings. Filorian snickers at Andreo. Andreo offers up a wan smile. "Paperwork I can handle." [Filorian]: Let's go, love of mine.