Brothers Separated By A Single Channel

[paladin_robot]

[1]

...I'm going after Isaac.

[Richard makes his intent pretty clear and simple as he starts packing some of his stuff, food and supplies already stuffed into a backpack. At his workbench, he briefly hesitates as he picks up his sword... but straps it to his side anyway.]

I've got some idea of where he might go, and I've things to check on anyway.

[Richard seems pretty determined, anything you might have to say?]

[2]
[Locked]

For a place being fortified, wasn't that hard to get in...

[Richard muses as he steps towards the Sinclair household, though admittedly even Britannian special forces did not typically have the might of magic at their command.

He stares up at the aged building for a bit, wondering if the people inside had ever really met a - as they would call him - 'Norman' before...

Well, as he knocked on the door, time to find out.]

Comments

Re: 2

[paladin_robot]

...Very. I'd talked to him about potentially talking to members of the royal family weighing in with some support for your claims, but that goes beyond anything we discussed.

So that's what he got for... whatever he tried to do.

Re: 2

[armored_fruit]

"So it seems." Isaac's mother says, starring at the tea in her cup.

"I hardly dared to hope...but he did it. My little son Isaac saved our family home." She says softly.

Yet with clear pride in her voice.

Re: 2

[paladin_robot]

Yeah, at the cost of risking friends, allies, and possibly the wider city of Pendragon if we hadn't stopped what he set loose. Seriously, it was like, a cyborg dinosaur.

Re: 2

[armored_fruit]

"...What?" Isaac's mother says, her carefully Britannian poise and restraint fluctuating.

She pulls out a fan. "What for? No, a pointless question. Who."

She leans forward. "Who was Isaac working for?"