Listening to the words spilling from Garston's mouth, Desmond maintained the smile on his face. Careful to frown sympathetically when he was supposed to.
Seeing Delwyn's armor on display was difficult. He could feel the heat budding in his chest, spreading to his face and arms. The knuckles on the hand holding the wineglass whitened as he exerted pressure. Slowly he eased up, the tension never reaching his expression.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!" Garston said.
Desmond stayed where he was. He watched the guests as they formed a bunch, making a show of clamoring around the armor. He stayed in his position. Watching from the corner, waiting for the inevitable ebb of the party.
Seeing Delwyn's armor on display was difficult. He could feel the heat budding in his chest, spreading to his face and arms. The knuckles on the hand holding the wineglass whitened as he exerted pressure. Slowly he eased up, the tension never reaching his expression.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!" Garston said.
Desmond stayed where he was. He watched the guests as they formed a bunch, making a show of clamoring around the armor. He stayed in his position. Watching from the corner, waiting for the inevitable ebb of the party.
