while dahlia stayed like completely silent on the outside... her internal monologue is going bananas, if it weren't for the fact that there was a bunch of shit going down, i swear she would've screamed (of joy)
.. And well, a bit of ball of.. pure hatred, so to speak, crushed down on the kings head.. making every limb of it sinking into the ground, as the once dark atmosphere, immediately lifted.. it was now bright and slightly sunny again.. to think, something as “weak” as that, could cause environmental changes.
"to.. uh.. t-to... *long uncomfortable pause* to make sure you still recognize me! yeah.. that's it... i- i was worried that um... you wouldn't be able to figure out if it was me and... uh... an think i was robbing you! and i was sooooo worried, it kept me up allll night long- so... i... ran a little experiment.. . to make sure you could still recognize me.... heh.."
she's... im sorry to do this to you but she's kind of an idiot
“… You know you wont sweet talk your way out of this, come along now.. I have gathered all I wanted for today, we will have undead warriors sent after us by early morning tomorrow, it’ll be a war like scenery. That is what always happens when the king is brought, but once he’ dead.. then it’s worse.”