The King's Players RPG

[Mnemosyne]

Brinn flashed a brief "I told you so" look at Asta before turning on the latecomers. True, five minutes was not such a terrible thing, but when you had been given six hours you really ought to be able to show up at least a little early.

"What took you so long?" she said. "Where have you been?"

Branor swayed a little on the spot. Oh, not again...

"And what in the Enemy's name were you doing, drinking so early--and when we have work to do?"

"Brinn," said Branor. "Shumthing important I need to tell you--the King--"

Doesn't have enough lines, Brinn thought.

Brinn pinched the bridge of her nose. "We don't have time for that now," she said. "Therian, Harrenon, freshen him up a bit, if it can be managed. We start in a quarter of an hour."

Sighing, she walked over to greet Amdir and begin discussing with him the sets, and what exactly had happened.