by Git » Fri Feb 17, 2012 7:41 pm
Leon was impatient. He didn't know much of Elven history and cared not which year scholars said it was. When had a damsel in distress ever been saved by waiting? That was not how the stories went. As a young boy in Bretonnia he had listen intently to every bedside story old Nana told. Every day he played the bold knights in the stories, with his friends by his side. Although this was no game, and the ones by his side weren't his friends, the princess was not to be saved by waiting.
"Guys, the princess is waiting for her rescue. Are you just going to sit around here, with cushions under your behinds and drink wine? Or are you going to save a princess?"
Leon walked to the door, and opened it, and stepped out in the hallway, looking for guards.
Action: Walk to the door, open it and try to leave the room.