#earthrunes

"You should, but you won't or shan't?" the Duke observes "Thank us, that is"

A blink. "As I said, Your Grace, I do thank you for the fact that you wished to help me when you believed you saw a need."

The Duchess says "we saw a need. Not just yours, but hume's. Hume was ...well, you saw how he was. Consider yourself drafted for a right of rescue"

"Drafted." Coradel considers the word for a moment...then drinks the rest of the wine in her glass as if it were a shot. "I see that I have served 'well enou' and that I am subject to draft. Oddly, I thought I'd been doing better than that." Her lightness of tone has a undercut of bitterness to it.

August glances at the bar along the side of the room.

"Ah, my discretion for the Court has injured your pride." the Duke says

"And you hurt that we took a judgement from you, but in doing so cast aspirtions on our own jugement" the Duchess says, 'Can you blame my husband for a warning shot?"