Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170418222205

It was three people, by the sound of the number of feet stepping.

"When will the King be done with this charade and be able to speak with me?" He heard someone was saying. The voice was familiar, but not familiar enough to place.

"Tomorrow morning, my lord." That voice had a metallic ring to it, and was naturally at ease-- the practiced tone of a Red Handsman. "For now it is important he give these guests his full attention,"

"He'll hear no small manner of protest from me at this slight." The speaker was upset, and considered himself more important than the two soldiers. "Maybe he can get away with ignoring the lesser nobility.  But me?  I think not."

"The King is not deliberately insulting you, sir." The Handsman soothed him, probably an officer, given how he was speaking at length with whoever this man was. "But there is much at stake here for the King."

"Indeed there is." The speaker agreed, grumbling over some private fued. They were rounding the bend, and would pass William's hiding place within the moment.