Everyone turns to look. Bramble snorts, shrinking back on impulse - a thief isn't supposed to be seen till he's ready - then decides no, that ain't his style.]
You got a problem, eh?! Take it up with my big-mouthed friend....
We'll be heading through, now.
[And with a casual wave, he starts sauntering past the dumbfounded crowds. With a mutter.]
I see the problem...conflict of Kings. Well, rest on your laurels, Your Highness. This is starting to get good.
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Everyone turns to look. Bramble snorts, shrinking back on impulse - a thief isn't supposed to be seen till he's ready - then decides no, that ain't his style.]
You got a problem, eh?! Take it up with my big-mouthed friend....
We'll be heading through, now.
[And with a casual wave, he starts sauntering past the dumbfounded crowds. With a mutter.]
I see the problem...conflict of Kings. Well, rest on your laurels, Your Highness. This is starting to get good.