Countess Blackfeather raises an eyebrow, amused. She rests her chin on one hand, clearly playing along. “Prisoners, you say? And what heinous crime might they have committed?”
Eli sighs dramatically, folding his arms. “Your Grace, they dared to... arrive unannounced! Truly scandalous behavior.” He glances over his shoulder at the group, his wings fluttering in emphasis, “I couldn’t very well leave them to wander about unattended.”
The Countess chuckles softly, her gaze shifting to Gwen, Thistle, and Art. “Well then,” she drums her manicured fingers on the arm of her chair, “shall we hear what they have to say for themselves?”