Frisian strides up to the city hall. He bangs the door open and proclaims, "I seek a private audience with the chief of law enforcement. And I suggest," he summons Talamar as a shardblade, "That you be quick about it."
As the guards scramble to obey, a wily teenager with the same confident air as Frisian slips in the door.
"Rather dramatic, don't you think?" he asks.
"Whatever works."
"I think you just like showing off," Kalad says with a smirk.
Frisian dismisses the shardblade, and Talamar gives him the same look as his squire. Frisian rolls his eyes.
"Fine, I will admit that it was slightly overdone."
"Slightly?" Kalad asks. "I-" He was interrupted by the arrival of the head law enforcer.