[ If it weren't for where she sits, you may easily mistake her for a mountain-dwelling beast rather than the tyrant of the kingdom. Her fingers tap away at the arm of the throne while her personal guards and servants stand by, ever so clearly nervous. ]
Who. Did. THIS? [ She jabs that meaty finger toward her yeti face.
[ She points a finger into the crowd. At... you? ]
The Mistress
Who. Did. THIS? [ She jabs that meaty finger toward her yeti face.
[ She points a finger into the crowd. At... you? ]
You. You look suspicious enough. Come up.