"Enough!" Sir Forsythe snapped. "This is neither the place nor the time. Here, take the clothes, there's a room just around the corner. I know the Lord wouldn't want you to change out in the open. The trees might see." Sir Forsythe cut everything off at the knees, tired of the whole situation. He looked fed up, his emotions so clear on his face that Cass wondered if someone else had taken over his body.
Hey, it would be on theme, but then again probably not. He'd probably just snapped.
Cass was devastated at his decision though. He was halting the progress of the scene he was watching. He could tell that Edgar was a little shocked at the outburst, but then he spun on his heel. Cutting off Lord Ridgewood's access to him. Lord Ridgewood, however, looked absolutely crushed.
Cass didn't know if the man would actually recover.
