A Short Exhale Left The Advisor As He Gave A Smile, Shaking His Head, "He Seemed Pretty Optimistic About

A short exhale left the advisor as he gave a smile, shaking his head, "He seemed pretty optimistic about this group. The letter he sent ahead suggested they are all promising, young soldiers. But, training is one thing. They can all hold a sword just fine, but when it comes to combat... Well, as I said, your newborn pup there might need some extra work," he pointed to Simon, who seemed to be observing the training grounds around him, "I fear he might not have the stomach for it. But, hopefully I'm wrong. We don't have the luxury of time to prepare more than this."

The battle night have ended with the previous Red King's death, but the war was far from over. The only thing that truly stood in the way of the Red Kingdom ruling over all of Europe was Gold. At any moment they could have ships and soldiers come down on them and attack their home, slaughter their people. The same way they did before. The question remained if they would be able to stand a chance. Could they protect their people?

Listening to Sir North mention the state of their king gave Josh doubt. On the brink of another battle at any given moment and he was drunk once more. "I swear it's as if he wakes up in a damn bottle. Much work to be done, and yet - Well... It seems that will be another matter for the prince, then." Josh had little patience to sit and play babysitter today. The chatter surrounding the ending of the Red Feast was causing more of a stir than in the past.

Between the tension the world felt watching the Red Kingdom celebrate and potentially prepare for war and their own Gold King refusing to do anything but sit drunk on his throne, it was no wonder the people of the castle tended to be unsettled. Or maybe Josh was just projecting his own frustrations with the situation. He rubbed his temples gently. All the time he's served the throne, headaches were never so frequent.

"A gallant king... I'd say he already is one," he gave a little shake of his head before returning his eyes to the Knight's face, dropping his hands once more. He retrieved a letter from his robe and handed it to her, the letter from the recruiter about their new guard, "Good luck with the recruits. If you'll excuse me, I have to go find a rope so I can pull our king out before he drowns himself in a sea of his own making."

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Quick and efficient, that was one thing that Jordi could always appreciate about these hackers. They got things done when they needed to and didn’t waste as much time as some of the fixers beneath him might. The car pulled forward as he pressed down on the gas, taking off from their spot by the alley in anticipation of wherever they would be going. The gun was kept in his lap, still pointed to his unfortunate passenger. 

“South of Parker Square, huh,” Jordi mused at her small talk, an offer of somewhere he could eat. He took his phone out to look the place up, his hand momentarily taken off the gun. The place was easy enough to find, no website beyond an info page they set up for themselves on Googles. But, the reviews seemed promising, “Huh. Well, if it’s actually shitty, then I know just who I will blame for it.”

Once she had some sort of direction for them to go, Jordi pressed on the gas and turned sharply for the highway. it was the quickest shot from there to The Loop, and even quicker to Tremont House. “I know the place. Don’t know how this piece of shit ends up staying somewhere like that, but hey. Thats Chicago. Shitheads hiding right under your nose. If he’s trying to run, then we’ll have to hurry if there’s any hope to catch him.”

Swerving smoothly around the other cars, cursing out the window as they passed, the ride only started to slow once the exit was approaching. Jordi tucked his phone back away and made a motion to Bailey once again, “What are we looking at, come on - I know you can find out what he’s driving. Even if its not his. Cameras everywhere, especially somewhere like Tremont House. He sure as hell ain’t getting away on foot.” 

Even if he did, Jordi was prepared for that. 

@ineffablemuses​ / xxx

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