"Where are tha men I asked ye' ta' bring fer tonight's dance?"
Hearing Dame Sybyll's question, the gathered captains exchanged confused and slightly worried glances. They had already formed their plans for the assault on the town and each person knew their role in the coming battle… but Dame Sybyll had called on Lord Jalal for reinforcements? And she hadn't told them?
"Patience, my darling dancer, patience," Jalal purred as he leaned into Sybyll's friendly, welcoming touch. The gesture might look intimate to outsiders who misunderstood, but to those who knew the Soft Paw Clan, seeing Dame Sybyll scritching the ears of Eldritch Lord of Airgead Mountain was a sign of just how much he trusted and relied on her, and a sign of her willingness to protect the feline lord and ensure his safety.
