A Royal Gamble

[Gar]

Gar was unable to hide her annoyance as the king touched her jaw and moved her head. Her upper lip curled on one side reflexively, revealing bright teeth and one sharp upper canine. Once the king returned to his throne she finally remembered herself and pursed her lips.

"This world faces something much larger than rival kingdoms or social ties," answered Gar resolutely, "That is why I'd go this far. If these zealots should succeed in freeing Odjir from his prison, then all we have and all we know would be lost. Such a defeat would transcend territories and kings."

The half-orc studied the hobgoblin's face for a moment. Did he already know her thoughts? Was he playing with her? Or was he testing her honesty? Was she correct to assume that this was the crown they were after? Well, that was finger-waggler business. She didn't have a clue.

"Also," Gar added carefully, lowly, "there have been rumors that you are in possession of something these zealots are after...something that would strengthen their goal..." Her gaze drifted to the emerald crown.