An Anglo Saxon Lifestyle.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*snorts* Who cares what they think? I could turn them all into ash and blow them away.

[Verdauga]

*Drops imposing voice.*
Can you really though? They're members, so it basically falls to a shouting match. On the positve end, they haven't replied yet, so we have a few more moments before the next threat gets passed.

[shisteer of nothing much]

King Richard isn't a member.

[Verdauga]

But his two cavaliers are. Besides, they aren't calling you a traitor, so what would it prove if you fought them? Never mind the fact that it wouldn't go anywhere if any of us fought.

[lass of something much]

*sheevs sword*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Good points. If it's just going to be a yelling match though, why do I have to leave?

[Verdauga]

As I said before, it's simply a formality. You can still watch, but the "field" is where the shouting match occurs, not the entire vicinity.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*sighs* Alright then, dearest, I'll keep out of the fight. Make sure you have some water before it starts.

[lass of something much]

Good points. If it's just going to be a yelling match though, why do I have to leave?

I don't know, maybe he knows that you can be controlled by people threatening your loved ones, and I'm happy to die...

[Verdauga]

*Grabs a large glass of water.*
Thanks for reminding me, dear!

Good points. If it's just going to be a yelling match though, why do I have to leave?

I don't know, maybe he knows that you can be controlled by people threatening your loved ones, and I'm happy to die...

That "happy to die" routine is kinda concerning.

[lass of something much]

Don't worry about it..

[shisteer of nothing much]

Good points. If it's just going to be a yelling match though, why do I have to leave?

I don't know, maybe he knows that you can be controlled by people threatening your loved ones, and I'm happy to die...

Lass, you're a bean. The question was already answered an accepted. There is no need for further speculation. Also, DO NOT DIE.

[lass of something much]

Aw...death is a gift! you can't keep me from it!

[shisteer of nothing much]

You're wrong on both accounts.

[lass of something much]

you are most incorrect.