Rosalie: "Fair enough. I'm willing to give you 300,000 gold pieces, plus the reward I offered earlier."
Rosalie: She stands up and walks towards him. She goes round the back of the mercenary, and places her face just above his shoulder. She whispers softly. "I can offer you many things. A place on the Throne. Plenty of land. Your own castle."
Rosalie: "Well, I like my mercenary to choose, I don't want to choose something you don't want. So choose." She sits back down.
Arthur *Waits for citizens to star lining up.* Citizen: Any carrots today? Arthur: No, sorry. The queen took most of my crops. Citizen: *Walks away grimly.*
((Wozzer, can I say that you walked from a pub in a different kingdom, to the castle in another. You realise this would take several hours, don't you?))
Esme: *Thinks.* There is one way underground that the Queen doesn't know of, but getting to the key for it might be difficult. *Says quietly.*