Once De Prins’ lower jaw rejoined its opposite, the boy cleared his throat and excused himself. With the doors closed behind him, conversations were given a new life.
However, fortune smiled on Marc. Selections were done on a majority vote and the boy was but one voice amongst many. By leaving the masquerade, he had no ability to influence the others.
“Well played,” the Austrian Florian said.
“It had to be said,” Beatriz countered. “He’s always had a rather big chip on his shoulder.”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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