[Sidurgu glances to the knights around them before taking his sword. There's a thought, a devilish little temptation to cut Aymeric down where he stands—but the tug Rielle gives his armor brings him back from his bloodlust fantasies. The pause is telling of some sort of internal debate, but ultimately he hoists his sword on his back.
Without a word, he follows Aymeric, ignoring the stares and hushed fearful whispers that surround their journey. His expression stone-like and unchanging, eyes kept forward as Rielle walked besides him, holding is gauntlet-clad hand. Once inside the estate, he didn't feel much better, looking to the pompously decorated manor with nothing short of disgust. He didn't want to know how anyone could live like this, when there were people still starving in the streets.]
You certainly live in a home befitting your station, Commander.
[The words are said as if they tasted foul leaving him.]
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Without a word, he follows Aymeric, ignoring the stares and hushed fearful whispers that surround their journey. His expression stone-like and unchanging, eyes kept forward as Rielle walked besides him, holding is gauntlet-clad hand. Once inside the estate, he didn't feel much better, looking to the pompously decorated manor with nothing short of disgust. He didn't want to know how anyone could live like this, when there were people still starving in the streets.]
You certainly live in a home befitting your station, Commander.
[The words are said as if they tasted foul leaving him.]