Marcus looked out the third floor window at the approaching mob and militia. He saw his men lining up outside to meet them and sighed wondering what Esmond was planning. He was putting Isra in extreme danger and no-one seemed to care.
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"Marcus. What is it?" Isra sat with a soft smile drinking her tea. She offered the seat opposite her and he respectfully took off his helmet and sat.
"May I be blunt please?"
"Of course." Isra radiated a warmness right now that made Marcus feel relaxed despite the situation going on in the city.
"Esmond has his plans that he wishes to enact, but I'm skeptical. I don't know if we have the soldiers to handle the outrage he wants created. The situation has already gone too far to turn back now." Marcus passed and sighed. "I think it would be best if you leave the city. His Majesty by now must have gotten word for the attack on you."
