Rana chokes and his concealed hand comes out with a dagger. At the threats of Mab he immediately drops it and drop to his knees. Oh, spare me from them, Lord. I mean only to reclaim the glory of our ancestors! You have been too kind to your subjects and our coffers were nearly bare. There is no dignity in this weakness, terror is the way.
The Baron looks down on him in horror and then pity. He nods slightly with a frown. Perhaps the prison has not had sufficient use lately. He looks over towards Draglin and Max. Would you throw this villian in the jail? He looks at Rana sadly.