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The Court at Norde Keep froze as a voice demanded that of this they had surely had enough. Edart Yolette, momentarily distracted, didn't quite catch Malgerious's move and was left fully open. Brishen had made his way almost to the front of the crowd when the demand was made, and swore to himself as his progression towards that shiny crown was put to a halt.

The room was a hush, and despite most of the court descending into silence, a loud meROOWWW of a cat continued to pipe on at the door. Sireth. Wanted. OUT.


After a moment, a meow, and a heartbeat there were shouts coming from far off in the Castle. Three of the knights who stood to defend the Crown broke formation and surged through the crowd. Ladies lifted their skirts and fainted, men staggered back- what had invaded the Keep, and how? They each swore to be the one to find the intruder - for the three were all hungry for blood. There was something about the corruption of Eras that gave a bloodlust like no other.

As they slipped out, Sireth hot on their heels in his own escape, someone else slipped in. Perhaps nobody noticed them, but the sudden absence of the yowling cat had many looking about. Still, the focus of the room remained between the Crown, the corpses, and this sudden elf who demanded all cease.