Arc 1, Thread 1: Red Ink (Kendal)
"I can taste the antifreeze." She remarks dryly. "OH, I'm a Queen now, am I? Is that so? Maybe I should ask for a raise then to match my Queenly status? Triple the pay, effective immediately, chop chop."
She flips open a notepad and adjusts her glasses.
"If we're looking for footmen to bring along, I have a few suggestions. But the qualification that they need to defend themselves cuts a few of those short. For instance, I'm sure Brenda...." (Sweet, wonderful Brenda, a wizard of political law, but in her late 70s) "... doesn't fit that bill. So we're down to five hale-and-hearties, one of whom I'm pretty sure has never picked up a weapon in his life."
She looks at Kendal and sighs.
"They're interns, not warriors. So, I'm going to have to say we go with the Dwalaski brothers."
Ah, yes, the Dwalaski brothers: six years apart in age, mostly good men. Gym time is sacrosanct to Piotr, to the point where he doesn't do nearly as much social work as he should because those gains, brah. Michal, on the other hand, is a dedicated sportsman who plays some sort of regional ballgame (that Kendal and most sane people could never figure out) and engages in recreational swordfighting in the hopes of bagging that cute Fire-Aspected Dragon-Blooded that lives on his block. Both of them are not exactly his best workers.