Before Silvano could correct the other in his thinking, the familiar scent of the dog King brought his silence. He turned and gave a respectful nod of the head to the worn and weary leader, noting the sadness in him. His mind was not here and it was better that this meeting, or whatever it was, could be finished quickly if only for the benefit of the man with an ill mate. Silvano turned back to the AniWayan and sighed heavily at him, wishing he had a chance to properly explain the situation, though no more apologies would be spoken. What had happened happened, and everyone would have to get over it. Even if the Sadira had not truly gotten over it, nightmares still disturbing his night's sleep now and then.
"He is here, will you speak to us now?" he said carefully, his tone suggesting that it had to be done quickly, though with the man's stutter it was not going to be as fast as the Constable would have liked at all. "I am the Constable here, and will not leave," he added as an afterthought, cutting off any chance that Claudius could protest his presence in this meeting. He was a leader, he had the right, and he would take what he got.
.isa-txt {font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height:17px; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:1px; margin:0px 25px auto; padding:0px 75px 0px 75px; margin:5px auto; text-align:justify;}
.isa-txt .ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; margin:0px auto; width:500px;}
.isa-txt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px;}
.isa-txt b {letter-spacing:1px; letter-spacing:-.05em;text-shadow:#fff 0px 0px 1px;font-family:verdana, garamond, serif; font-size:12px;}
.isa-txt .line {width:450px; border-bottom:1px dashed #000; margin:0 auto;}
</style>
[/html]