(I haven’t had time to roleplay with marshal I’m ad libing this)
(even better)
It’s perfect, go ahead
(Hold on I need to ask an advisor something)
H…Hello Grandees! I love your Hair! Please hold while our king consults his advisors!
Peasant: He’s scheming!
“People, people…”
Litten looks at the piece of paper that marshal wrote for him that outlined a rough speech
“I’ve come to make an important announcement…”
(Oh dear)
Peasant: Boooo!
A pigeon flies overhead.
(for the record I’m also ad libbing the outcomes)
“Rumors have stated that the council and myself are composed of frog people. Like all rumors, they are based on partial truths - THERE IS EVIDENCE OF A CERTAIN COUNCIL MEMBER BEING, AN ACTUAL, FROG person. And that council member is standing with us today!”
(though I have plans)
I’m sorry?!
The peasants give you shocked, then angry looks.
Peasant: Who is it!?
Baron Marzipan’s messengers begin whispering amongst themselves.
Ophelia is reading something called ‘So the Peons Think You’re an Animal, a Witch, an Ancient Evil, Etc.’ (2nd addition)
(Give me a sec)