Some wordless noise of general objection escapes her as she begins to fully appreciate just what they're being accused of. Greta starts to puff up indignantly, ready to insist that she would never, and how very dare, before her brain helpfully reminds her that yes, she would. She did. And furthermore, the Balladeer knows.
It's still a ridiculous accusation, but Greta's having a hard time not looking guilty. That probably isn't helping their cause.
It's almost a welcome distraction when the Balladeer's twin kicks his way into the room. Less welcome is his state of undress, and Greta buries her face in her hands, mortified. "Can't this one just end?" she pleads to no one in particular.
She doesn't see the man draw a rapier, but she hears the weapon leaving its sheath and hastily drops her hands. Oh, no. He's armed, now.
"I'll make you pay for this, brother!" the man shouts as he advances. "You should have stayed dead!" Greta seizes the Balladeer's arm and pulls him back, almost tripping over her own shoes in the process.
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It's still a ridiculous accusation, but Greta's having a hard time not looking guilty. That probably isn't helping their cause.
It's almost a welcome distraction when the Balladeer's twin kicks his way into the room. Less welcome is his state of undress, and Greta buries her face in her hands, mortified. "Can't this one just end?" she pleads to no one in particular.
She doesn't see the man draw a rapier, but she hears the weapon leaving its sheath and hastily drops her hands. Oh, no. He's armed, now.
"I'll make you pay for this, brother!" the man shouts as he advances. "You should have stayed dead!" Greta seizes the Balladeer's arm and pulls him back, almost tripping over her own shoes in the process.