Brinn flashed a brief "I told you so" look at Asta before turning on the latecomers. True, five minutes was not such a terrible thing, but when you had been given six hours you really ought to be able to show up at least a little early.
"What took you so long?" she said. "Where have you been?"
Branor swayed a little on the spot. Oh, not again...
"And what in the Enemy's name were you doing, drinking so early--and when we have work to do?"
"Brinn," said Branor. "Shumthing important I need to tell you--the King--"
Doesn't have enough lines, Brinn thought.
Brinn pinched the bridge of her nose. "We don't have time for that now," she said. "Therian, Harrenon, freshen him up a bit, if it can be managed. We start in a quarter of an hour."
Sighing, she walked over to greet Amdir and begin discussing with him the sets, and what exactly had happened.
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