Snippet #1431981

Bruce took the bottle of lyrium, drank it in large gulps and then sighed heavily as the lyrium took its anti-affects against his addiction. It took a few minutes before Bruce could feel that his head had become lighter and his mind clearer, he then looked at Blodwyn and then at Ceallach (though just briefly), "Don't tell Ser Sev of my Lyrium addiction. I don't think it would serve well that...She would know of my disadvantage," Bruce explained and then stood up on his feet, brushing the worst dirt off his clothes and eyes the two, "I am not begging you, I am merely asking you to do this, out of your free will. Why you might ask yourselves, let me tell you why. Neither of you are people whom I'd ever own a favor to, so be my guest and tell. I asked politely in the beginning."

With that said, Bruce adjusted a bit on his clothes and then gave the two a lost glance, "You have my thanks though." Quickly as he said that he moved away from them and back to the ball where he immediately went to the wine stand, took a quick doze of wine and then returned his looks to the crowd. He wanted to talk to Ser Sev, he could feel his patience loosening and he wanted some answers now. Why hadn't they attacked yet? Had they decided that they would wait?
It frustrated Bruce. This entire situation, he knew little to nothing of their plans, he was a bloody Templar for crying out loud, and one of the better, and where were Asmara and Antius? Bloody mages and elves...Run off whenever you really need them.