Lot
First Post
Ottokar's face turns white upon hearing this news.
"What? How is this possible? We were with him just moments before we came here. He gave us a reward and this pendant for a job well done?"
His expressions shifts from disbelief to anger.
"We carried it all this way just to have it be stolen when it should have been safest. First Dietrich had to die, now Morten? This will not stand! I swear it!"
Ottokar's face has started to turn light red, his eyes bulging, and his mouth nearly frothing. Suddenly, he appears to grow calm. His eyes then narrow on Ulrich.
"You said you wanted our weapons, if I recall. Are we suspected of involvement? Are you saying I could have anything to do with this? Me, an initiate of the Order of the Silver Hammer? Winifred, who has bled to see this mission carried out? Just what are you trying to say?"
Ottokar looks like he is about continue, but he pauses. His eyes soften from anger to a tired sadness.
"Forgive me. I am tired and frustrated. Of course, we respect the laws of the Empire and want to help however we can."
Ottokar draws his hammer and places it in on Ulrich's desk.
"What can we do for you?"
"What? How is this possible? We were with him just moments before we came here. He gave us a reward and this pendant for a job well done?"
His expressions shifts from disbelief to anger.
"We carried it all this way just to have it be stolen when it should have been safest. First Dietrich had to die, now Morten? This will not stand! I swear it!"
Ottokar's face has started to turn light red, his eyes bulging, and his mouth nearly frothing. Suddenly, he appears to grow calm. His eyes then narrow on Ulrich.
"You said you wanted our weapons, if I recall. Are we suspected of involvement? Are you saying I could have anything to do with this? Me, an initiate of the Order of the Silver Hammer? Winifred, who has bled to see this mission carried out? Just what are you trying to say?"
Ottokar looks like he is about continue, but he pauses. His eyes soften from anger to a tired sadness.
"Forgive me. I am tired and frustrated. Of course, we respect the laws of the Empire and want to help however we can."
Ottokar draws his hammer and places it in on Ulrich's desk.
"What can we do for you?"