Randaril scowled. "We both know that is a bad idea," he replied with a growl.
Philippe waved his hands in the air dismissively at his brother. "You really need to get a handle on sarcasm if you're going to survive court," the blue rider muttered. "Well, I do wish you luck on that. And, once I get back to dad and have him take care of...this," and he gestured to his body which, except being pale and a bit on the gaunt side already, was perfectly fine in truth, "you know where to find me if you need me."
"Us," M'len amended, straightening. "I go where this dead-glow goes."
"Really? Where were you yesterday?"
"Flying patrol...and this is a clear indication that I need to be glued to you. Whenever I'm not with you, you do something dumb." Philippe gave his friend a long, narrowed eyed stare. "Don't look at me like that... Next time, call me before you resurect dead things."
Philippe sighed as M'len walked out, the other blue rider giving Thayer and Bane (I'm assuming he's there.
) a nod before going to the main room. Randaril gave his brother a knowing smirk. "I'm almost done repacking...I'm assuming I'll be seeing more of you," he said, looking mostly at Thayer but giving Bane a quick glance as well. Meanwhile, Philippe groaned dramatically and flopped back on the bed, arms out at his side and eyes closed, but he was smiling and chuckling softly.
