Brennan Lee Mulligan

This is a, as Lady Aranessa Royce would say, a dynamic and fluid situation.

So, any questions you have about what is going on?

You see,

You see Gus in the chair, clutching at his throat, looks as the photarch hits the ground in front of him with a look of dismay and confusion, and is sliding out of his chair, reaching feebly at the sword at his waist as he hits the ground and looks eye to eye with Sir Martin, who is foaming at the mouth, eyes bulging.

Murray, that is your turn.

Remember.

We've all made some bad career choices here.

Yeah.

You are with me.

I'm in that hallway there as well.

I escorted them here and then waited outside.

To help us out, I am going to throw Poisoned on.

Excuse me.

I think it's not a mystery for you that King Gus is currently poisoned.

I think both hounds are as well.

It's a sick individual to attack dogs, Brennan.

Hey, dogs want to get in the mix and be characters, they got to fucking deal with one another.

I take that, dogs.

And of course, some kind of effect on that druid over there.

But Murray, it is your turn.