He made the rounds slowly, talking to and shaking the hands of those who approached him. Â He had no fear of anything, he was in his own house. Â Why should he be scared? Â Nodding to the many guards that lined the room, he stepped over to the armor that was on display.
"My friends, I give to you the armor of the infamous Kayle Delwyn. Â This man stole what was rightfully my own property, thwarted me at every turn, sent his lackeys to harass me, and even masterminded the death of a dear, dear friend of mine, Ophianne Rillemont."
He lets out a sigh, his voice cracking as he told the story. Â He knew how to act, and those gathered there fell for it. Â Many women cried into kerchiefs, the men shaking their heads.
"But fear not my friends! Â My brave man, Gaardal Wyght has retaken what was mine, found the name of the one who slew poor Miss Rillemont, and confronted Mister Delwyn. Â Here is his armor for display, the boy begging for his life after Gaardal brought him to his knees!"
Garston smiled as the gathering cheered. Â "Twelve bless Gaardal!" Â "That will show the bastard!" Â "Poor Ophianne!"
He raised his hands. Â "Please, come up and take a look. Â Know what a traitor and scoundrel looks like for the future. Â Know the name of the Driftwood Coast and they who dwell within are dogs to be put down!"
"My friends, I give to you the armor of the infamous Kayle Delwyn. Â This man stole what was rightfully my own property, thwarted me at every turn, sent his lackeys to harass me, and even masterminded the death of a dear, dear friend of mine, Ophianne Rillemont."
He lets out a sigh, his voice cracking as he told the story. Â He knew how to act, and those gathered there fell for it. Â Many women cried into kerchiefs, the men shaking their heads.
"But fear not my friends! Â My brave man, Gaardal Wyght has retaken what was mine, found the name of the one who slew poor Miss Rillemont, and confronted Mister Delwyn. Â Here is his armor for display, the boy begging for his life after Gaardal brought him to his knees!"
Garston smiled as the gathering cheered. Â "Twelve bless Gaardal!" Â "That will show the bastard!" Â "Poor Ophianne!"
He raised his hands. Â "Please, come up and take a look. Â Know what a traitor and scoundrel looks like for the future. Â Know the name of the Driftwood Coast and they who dwell within are dogs to be put down!"
