Hark-Baja bickering

["Jonathan Smith" <jonathan_808@hotmail.com>]

Well hopefully you'll enjoy this one...
Regards,
Haroon

At the Harkonnen embassy, on the pretext of negotiating a cessation of 
hostilities in the Malarca system, jointly owned by the Bajazet and the 
Harkonnen.

Haroon strides in letting the doors swing shut behind him, nearly braining 
one of his two edgy looking junior attaches
Boris sits at the head of the table, smoking a massive cigar, chuckling as 
he speaks with a retainer. The Baron spots the Warmaster and smiles in 
greeting. "Warmaster! Do come in, eh? Sit, sit. Will you have one of these 
excellent cigars, eh?" He pushes a gold humidor towards Haroon.
Boris takes a seat at the conference table.
Lydiah walks in from Giedi Hall through the Translucent Doors.
Lydiah has arrived.
Lydiah enters, with a soft ruffling of her robes.
Lydiah storms in almost running. "Uncle, about this slave I used, I wanted 
to ..." Seeing the visitors, she stops walking and talking.
Boris raises a brow. "Lydiah...You know Warmaster Haroon, don't you?"
Haroon turns with a suprisingly feline motion to look at the newcomer, 
before turning back round to the Baron. "No thank you my Lord" he says and 
pulls out a long-stemmed amber pipe from his breast pocket, tapping it idly 
into the palm of his other hand.
Haroon nods a short bow in Lydiah's general direction.
Lydiah shakes her head. "No, uncle" She curtsies stiffly, "Master", without 
smiling.
Haroon turns back to the Baron "Another daughter Baron?"
Lydiah walks slowly to her uncle's side, obviously wary of the newcomer.
Boris gestures to Lydiah, rising to embrace her warmly. "My niece, Lydiah 
Shan. Of House Shan, Warmaster." His smile is mocking. "You know them, don't 
you?"
Lydiah jaw muscles stiffen.
Haroon rubs his jaw.. "House Shan.. House Shan.. yes" he says flatly. 
"You're supposed to be dead."
Lydiah clenches her fists, barely breathing... "Well, we are NOT!" she 
hisses.
Haroon smiles glacially, "Well its good to see you found someone to look 
after you miss" he turns away, "Anyway.. the Baron and I have business to 
talk about"
Boris says, "Oh? You'd like that, eh, Warmaster? Finish the job you did on 
her family?"
Lydiah's jaw drops open, as she realises Haroon is a retainer of House 
Bajazet.
Boris takes a seat and tut-tuts Lydiah. "There there, Lydiah, don't let him 
upset you. He's come in peace, eh?"
Haroon pulls out a tobacco pouch and starts to stuff his pipe 
absent-mindedly, working the tobacco into the bowl. He keeps his attention 
on the Baron, "No that shouldn't be necessary.. the Lord Sultan's father 
made examples of their treachery already"
Lydiah starts yelling. "Treachery? Damn you! It's a damned MURDER, that's 
what I call it."
Haroon winces slightly at the high pitched noise.
Haroon's attaches exchange glances
Boris holds up a hand, looking toward Haroon and chuckling, waiting for his 
response.
Haroon sighs slightly and nods to the Baron. Clearly he now has to play the 
game. He turns to face Lydiah and strikes a sulphurous smelling match to his 
pipe, producing a cloud of sweet-scented tobacco smoke, "Murder is a very 
debatable term.. admittedly some of the late Sultan's actions were.. not 
exactly progressive, but the new order that came to the House was certainly 
a benefit"
Boris indicates a chair for Lydiah, gesturing for her to sit. He puffs on 
his cigar, chuckling.
Lydiah walks to chair, and pounds her fist on the table as she sits. "Well, 
we'll see what the Landsraad has to say about that!"
Ilsabet walks in from Giedi Hall through the Translucent Doors.
Ilsabet has arrived.
Haroon puffs out another smoke cloud, "Well we'll see" he says in tones of 
apparent disinterest
Haroon glances for a seat, and apparently not being offered one, takes one 
at the main table.
You take a seat at the conference table.
Boris snorts. "Like your intrusion into our space, eh, warmaster?"
Lydiah takes a seat at the conference table.
Ilsabet walks into the Librariat, seeing most of the company seated, she 
moves towards the main table. She nods to Boris and Lydiah, "My Lord Baron, 
my Lady." She focuses her attention on Haroon.
Lydiah nods to Ilsabet.
Ilsabet takes a seat at the conference table.
Boris says, "Lady Ilsabet, do sit, eh? You know the Bajazet Warmaster, eh?"
Haroon smiles thinly to Ilsabet and inclines his head slightly
Ilsabet nods to Haroon, "We had just recently met outside the embassy in the 
traffic loop."
Lydiah pouts in a disgusted manner at the Bajazet Warmaster, and keeps her 
thoughts to herself.
Haroon looks around at the two women, seemingly a little confused by their 
existance, before looking at the Baron across the table, "Bickering over the 
system m'Lord wold be better left to the lawyers I think.. however firing at 
our frigates is a slightly different matter.."
Boris leans forward, nostrils flaring. "When they intrude, we'll fire at 
them. Hit them, too! Isn't that right, Ilsabet?"
Lydiah nods at her uncle.
Ilsabet creeps to the edge of her seat. "Yes my Lord Baron. That is if they 
do not heed any warnings of ours first."
Haroon shifts backwards in his seat slightly to distance himself from the 
Baron as much as possible, "Baron this conversation may grow futile.. there 
are accurate maps of that region, as are there accurate positions of the 
ships involved at the time.." he puffs on his pipe, making sure that the 
smoke blows in Lydiah's direction
Boris nods. "Warnings! We may as well hang a bloody sign in your 
hieroglyphics, eh? STAY OUT OF OUR SPACE." he snaps his fingers.
Ilsabet rests her chin into her left hand. "Are any of these maps present 
with you, Warmaster?"
Lydiah snaps. "Warnings? Hah! One doesn't warn criminals! One just puts them 
to death!"
Haroon smiles icily at Lydiah, "Ahh you finally understand now Miss"
Lydiah half rises in her chair, "What? Do you dare?"
Boris balls his fists, angrily spitting, "That's my sister's family, 
Warmaster!"
Ilsabet slowly edges to the back of her seat, pulling her chin out of her 
hand.
Haroon raises his hands in a placatory gesture. "My Lord Baron" he says 
enunciating clearly "I did not come here to trade insults with your niece"
Lydiah sits back in her chair, frowning.
Boris sits back as well. More calmly, he says, "Yes, yes." He shakes his 
head. "You've come about what, then?"
Haroon states simply "The Malarca system.. you know as well as I do that 
whatever claims there are on the system would take another hundred years to 
resolve in court.."
Boris grumbles, "And they should never have given it to you..." he puffs on 
his cigar.

Haroon leans forwards slightly, "Yes, but they *did* Baron.. and now you 
seem to be contesting our right to it more openly than normal.."
Lydiah listens to the Warmaster with simmering hate in her eyes.
Lydiah senses, "Haroon turns to you through the haze of cigar and pipe smoke 
for just long enough to flash a barely noticeable wry smile."
Boris says, "More than normal, Warmaster? It's you who seem to be contesting 
our legitimate rights.."
Haroon purses his lips together looking exasperated. "Baron, we are merely 
assuring that the sovereignty of our space is not taken advantage of during 
these.. tumultuous times, shall we say.."
Boris says, "Detaining four of our ships, eh?"
Lydiah interrupts. "Technically, it is no sovereignty that you have on 
Malarca Secundus. It's a leased exploitation 'en douairie' of our own 
holdings."
Haroon raises an eyebrow and cocks his head slightly to one side, "So those 
pirates that were harassing our mining ships in the belt were yours.. I 
didn't think news of that would even have got back to you." He gets cut off 
by Lydiah and turns to her, "What?"
Haroon turns over his shoulder and gestures at an attache who approaches the 
table and thuds down a briefcase onto it. He slides it along to Haroon who 
flips it open and passes out a fist-thick bound document which he passes 
angrily at Lydiah. "Bed time reading for you Miss.. Our claim is quite 
properly documented"
Lydiah gives the documents a bored look, and yawns. "Thank you, Master," she 
says, in a dull voice.
Boris sneers, "Bajazet hieroglyphics, no doubt. Not even in the proper 
Emperor's Galactic."
Ilsabet eagerly eyes the documents passed to Lydiah. "If it is, I can get a 
translator to rewrite it for my Lord Baron."
Haroon smiles slightly, "Actually if you open it, you'll find it's written 
in Imperial standard, by the Judge of Change at the time.."
Lydiah adds, "Otherwise it's be worthless. It'll have to be checked with the 
Imperial Regate's services."
Boris ignores the papers. "Did you come to threaten us, then, Warmaster? 
Show good faith by releasing my vessels."
Haroon looks at Boris like he's an imbecile, "What?" he asks outraged. "You 
fire at one of our ships and then ask me to release four pirates?" he looks 
around the table and then turns to an aide "Make a note.. fire at Harkonnen 
ships and then demand repayment".
The aide shifts his weight on his feet and swallows nervously, not quite 
sure how to interpret that, and then plays safe and does so.
Boris hisses, "Pirates?" He grins."We often employ private merchant vessels 
as scouts and exploratory vessels. If they acted in self-defense, that's 
their right!"
Haroon shrugs slightly, "Very well, the crew shall be returned to you on one 
of the next transport ships"
Boris says something into his communicator.
Juseppe walks in from Giedi Hall through the Translucent Doors.
Juseppe has arrived.
Juseppe walks into the room with his cane tapping the floor.
Haroon looks up "Ahh Chancellor.."
Boris sits about the table with Ilsabet, Lydiah and Haroon, and the tone is 
loud and argumentative.
Boris says, "Chancellor? One of the Venhei, here?"
Lydiah turns to Juseppe, still seated, and nods at him, with a frown on her 
brow.
Juseppe bows as gracefully as one with a cane can, "My lords and ladys."
Ilsabet nods to Juseppe, "My Lord."
Boris says, "Shouldn't you be fleeing, Chancellor? The Venhei aree under 
investigation, you know..."
Haroon nods and looks to Lydiah, "Master Juseppe is now in the employ of 
House Bajazet.. though due to his heritage perhaps you may afford him a 
modicum more respect."
Juseppe stands back, "Ahh Baron Harkonnen, It is a pleasure meeting you", 
smiles a little at Boris, "I am now a free citizen my lord... no longer a 
Venhei."
Boris grins. "Free citizen? What the devil does that mean? One of these 
'republicanists,' are you? Freedom, liberty, all that claptrap?"
Lydiah snorts, "Warmaster, didn't you say that traitors were to be slayed?" 
and grins cynically at Haroon.
Juseppe walking closer to the table, "Ohh nothing like that your lordship. I 
just gave up my Venhei allegance to be a normal citizen."
Haroon looks levelly at Lydiah, "My Lady your constant sneering is wearing 
on my nerves" he says, brows furrowing, "There is a difference between 
resigning from the employ of your House, and betraying your Lord Sultan.."
Juseppe takes a seat at the conference table.
Juseppe sits down near the Bajazet side of the table.
Boris senses a weakness. "Nerves, Warmaster?" he prods. "Perhaps you should 
take a holiday, eh? Somewhere where you won't be so tense."
Lydiah gives Haroon her darkest look. "My father was no traitor. He was 
murdered to serve House Bajazet's plans."
Haroon pointedly ignores Lydiah, "My Lord Baron, perhaps I should take the 
air in Malarca where I would be free of the duties of idle diplomacy and 
could do my job, hmm?"
Juseppe looks to Boris, "My lord... lets get back to the real problem..."
Lydiah answers with a sarcastic smile. "Pray do, Warmaster, and close the 
door as you leave, there's a terrible draught."
Haroon wags a finger at Lydiah angrily, "Were you a woman in House Bajazet 
you would talk a deal less young lady.. your hot air is keeping me quite 
warm enough"
Boris says, "Lydiah speaks her mind as she pleases, Warmaster, and I'll 
thank you to remember it in my house!"
Lydiah laughs, "We know of your retrograde beliefs, Warmaster."
Juseppe puts a hand down on the table in front of Haroon, "Now now 
Warmaster, lets cool off a little here... Lets just get back to the 
negotion."
Haroon flashes Juseppe a glance, with fire in his eyes, but turns back to 
the table, breathing more calmly. "Yes, Master Juseppe is correct.. these 
antics take us nowhere"
Boris pushes back from the table in disgust, shaking his head. But he 
doesn't rise. "Speak your piece, eh?" he says, finally.
Haroon nods, his face showing distrust "Very well.. you were the first to 
begin your excercises in the system. Our troops are merely there to ensure 
our security.. I suggest that we both step down our numbers and have no 
further acts of aggression"
Lydiah smiles at Haroon, "Is that fear, Warmaster?"
Haroon looks into Boris eyes, "Is Lady Veria merely here to antagonise these 
discussions?"
Boris says dismissively, "She's a slip of a girl, Warmaster. Don't tell me 
you can't handle her."
Haroon makes a dismissive gesture with one hand and takes a puff on his 
pipe, "Please Baron" he says wearily "To the point."
Boris snorts. "We have a penal legion stationed on Malarca Prime. In 
response to your 'war games,' eh?"
Juseppe sits back in his chair and listens.
Haroon nods "Precisely.. and while it remains so do our troops.." he drums 
the fingers of one hand on the tabletop in a staccato rythm.
Boris says, "If we removed them, what would /you/ do, eh?"
Haroon purses his lips together "We would move the three additional brigades 
that were sent there from the system.. and watch closely for any breaches of 
the ceasefire on your part.."
Boris chuckles. "Our part? We'll do as we please, in our system! As long as 
House Bajazet plans to honor the 'lease.." he fingers the papers on the 
table.
Haroon rolls his eyes and breathes slowly.
Juseppe clears his throat, "My lords, I suggest we lower both sides to just 
one brigade each." and lowers his voice, "So no one feels insecure."
Using Suryzo, Lydiah says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."
Boris pats Lydiah's hand and nods.
You mutter to Juseppe, "That would serve our purposes better than theirs..."
Boris says, "One brigade? There are six million people on Malarca Prime! 
That's hardly enough."
Haroon raises a hand. "To the levels that were maintained prior to this .. 
escalation"
Juseppe nods, "Well my lord when both sides feel that things have cooled 
then each side will get another brigade each. To make it fare."
Boris says, "It's you who escalated. It's you who've brought us to this 
state."
Lydiah snorts at Juseppe in contempt.
Juseppe coughs again, "My Lord it really dosen't matter who started this.. 
Let's just cool it off."
Boris snaps at Juseppe, "Don't tell me what to do, you Venhei lickspittle!"
Juseppe laughs a little under his breath, "Good one my lord."
Haroon slams one fist down on the table "It was you who took advantage of 
the death of the Emperor to start pretending you own the place.. and then 
you have the nerve to be self-righteous!"
Boris points his cigar at Juseppe, "Did you pay a good price for this one, 
Haroon?" he asks. "Looks like you were robbed."
Juseppe smiles, "Well My lord I guess I could say that about the lady beside 
you."
You mutter to Juseppe, "How can he comment when he picks up bajazet 
castoffs"
Ilsabet looks up, breaking her rather long silence. Her voice dry and 
hoarse, "Is my Lord questioning my worth?"
Boris almost chokes in his rage. He looks like he's ready to overturn the 
massive table on Juseppe. "Damn your eyes, you little whelp! I ought to call 
you out for such a comment about my niece!"
Boris rises. "Damn that! I'll have you strangled right here and now!"
Haroon grips the edge of the table as if looking to rise, "What? You let her 
accuse me and my Lord Sultan of murder to our face? Let her act as if its 
her right to meddle in our House affairs..?"
Haroon's aides look edgy, glance at each other, glance at the guards and 
swallow.
Lydiah stands up. "Because you ARE murderers! And this slug here, who tried 
to abuse me in the Venhei Embassy!"
Juseppe stands up using the cane to support his weight, "I think that The 
Baron here has no interest in reason for today, my lord."
Boris roars at Haroon, "If the shoe fits, Bajazet! I'll pluck that pointy 
beard out of your head one hair at a time!"
Half a dozen blue-clad guards advance on the table, awaiting orders.
Juseppe stands up from the conference table.
Haroon rises from the table and sneers around the room, "Well.. clearly 
reason did not appeal to you my Lord Baron.."
Haroon flicks a hand gesture to his guards to make them look non-commital
Juseppe leans on his cane and looks down on Lydiah, "My dear.. I have no 
interest in your abuse... But please visit the degenerates at the spaceport 
for that flavor of fun."
The guards look to the Baron for orders.
Lydiah snorts at Juseppe. "You liar! Pervert!"
The Baron rumbles, "I swear, I'll put a needle in the back of this one's 
head and feed his carcass to my alligators." He looks to Lydiah. "Eh?"
Juseppe whispers, "My Lord I feel we must take our leave now.."
Lydiah says, "Hah! The gators wouldn't even want him!""
You mutter to Juseppe, "Come let us go.. and for christs sakes say something 
to ease this situation before we die you bloody fool"
Boris says, "We'll see if they like his taste, eh? Sergeant? Take the 
chancellor outside and have all his teeth knocked out, eh? And then.."
The sergeant grins happily. "Yes, my lord!" he hefts his truncheon and steps 
forward.
Ilsabet jumps up from her seat. "My Lord Baron, may I escort these two 
gentlemen out of the embassy. I shall take over for the Sergeant here."
Haroon eyeballs Juseppe for a moment and leans forwards to murmur quietly. 
You catch the words 'pride' and 'self preservation'
Haroon's guards move forwards slightly and look to the warmaster for 
instructions, who is in turn looking elsewhere. They hover shifting their 
weight from foot to foot.
Lydiah adds. "And throw them into the arena. I'd love to see our Nevian 
slaves use Lord Zukunfkriege to quench their sexual appetites."
Boris says to Ilsabet, "You heard what this wart said about Lydiah, Ilsabet? 
I won't allow that. No."
Boris puts a protective arm about his niece's shoulders.
Juseppe stands with his cane in front of him, "My lord Harkonnen, I am 
impressed with this display.. I must take back my words in extreme 
astonishment."
Lydiah takes a firm grip of her uncle's arm.
Haroon nods, "Lord Zukunfkriege apologises for allowing himself to be 
provoked.." he says carefully in leaden tones
Ilsabet turns to Boris, "My Lord Baron, in a time such as this, I feel it 
will not be a wise desicion to punish them. The consequences are too great 
to throw away all peace within the Landsraad. This could cause a 
cathastrophe amoungst the houses!"
Boris drops his cigar on the floor. "Display? 'Display??' How would you like 
to be on display, eh? Your head on display on my wall, right over there... 
What do you think, Lydiah?"
Lydiah nods. "Yes, all dehydrated."
Juseppe looks to Boris, "My lord please forgive my outburst. For I was only 
protecting my integrity."
The guard sergeant powers up his truncheon; an electric crackle issues from 
the weapon as the man walks up behind Juseppe, an eye on the Bajazet guards. 
He looks towards the Baron quizzically.
The guards gather reluctantly around Juseppe. Haroon looks to the Baron 
levelly, "He was provoked, and unjustly so.. "
Boris listens to Ilsabet, and then Juseppe, nodding, breathing heavily in 
his rage. He glances down at Lydiah, eyes dark.
Juseppe breaths heavily waiting for the guard to make a move.
Lydiah holds her breath, her facing turning slightly whiter.
Haroon turns to Lydiah "And you my Lady.. I hope you are happy with what you 
have done" he says, voice sounding more like an angered parent with every 
word, "There will be repurcussions to this.."
Boris exhales, the rage leaving him, and he wags a finger at Haroon. "This 
must cease, and now. Do you agree to my offer?"
Juseppe whispers, "My lord leave me. take flee."
Haroon turns to Boris, confusion replacing alarm on his face. "What offer? 
We made the offer Baron"
You sense: Lydiah gives you her darkest look, seems to be sizzling inside, 
but keeps her mouth shut.
Boris says, "No you bloody did not! It was our offer."
Haroon spreads his hands in exasperation. "Fine" he snaps, "Yes we accept 
your bloody offer. Now can we leave?"
Boris makes a brushing-off gesture. "Be away with you. Ilsabet, would you 
escort them outside?"
Juseppe calms down, "My lords... I think we have had too much for today. 
Lets take this to a neutral party?"
Ilsabet nods, "Yes my Lord Baron, I will escort them out." She gestures 
towards the door.
Haroon mutters darkly under his breath. He recovers himself slightly and 
bows coldly to everyone in the room, "My Lord, my Ladies. I think that we 
should take our leave of you now"
The guard sergeant looks disappointed.
The guards besides Juseppe look like they're marching him out, rather than 
escorting him.
Juseppe breaths slowly and nods to Haroon. Bows to Boris.
The guards fall into step behind the departing dignitaries.
Ilsabet follows close to the two leaving.
Haroon turns and strides back up the table grabbing his briefcase angrily, 
and spins back on his heel to catch up
Juseppe turns and walks out with his cane making a defing noise.

You walk through the Translucent Doors.

Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#492RantJ)
Every square inch of this huge domed hall is decorated in baroque, almost 
obscenely gaudy detail, displaying the vast Harkonnen wealth. The high walls 
defy description, as far as the eye can see a dizzying patchwork of gold, 
silver, ivory and brass in scales, chevrons and circles. The floor tiles 
form an intricate, seemingly random spiraling pattern in azure and teal. 
Statuary depicting Harkonnen victories stand in niches lit by floating 
glowglobes high overhead, glowering down at you. In the very center of the 
vaulted ceiling far overhead is an irregularly shaped skylight.
Exits:
Grand Staircase <U> leads to Obeshev Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Translucent Doors <W> leads to Librariat -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Spiral Stairs <D> leads to Abulurd Landing -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Ivory Doors <S> leads to Salon -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <N> leads to Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy 
(Kaitain)
Juseppe walks in from Librariat through the Translucent Doors.
Juseppe has arrived.
Ilsabet walks in from Librariat through the Translucent Doors.
Ilsabet has arrived.
Haroon stops and catches his breath. He smoothes down his jacket. "Right" he 
says at length
Juseppe whispers, "Sorry for my display."
Ilsabet says, "Please follow me, my Lords." as she continues .
Ilsabet walks to the north and passes through the Burnished Doors.
Ilsabet has left.

You walk through the Burnished Doors.

Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#491RtJ)
This large, roughly circular garden is a wild tangle of flowers and plants, 
a dense, oppressive profusion of flora from many worlds. Dominating the 
garden are the small white bitterblooms native to Giedi Prime. They exude a 
musky, almost bitter aroma that hovers thickly over the garden, visible as a 
sort of white haze. Translucent roses compete for light with flowering 
inkvine plants. Elacca trees shade a chain of lilyponds where miniature 
alligators swim. Nearby, a stand of Caladanian dogwoods shelters a bloom of 
fragrant black lotus. Topiary hedges stand throughout the garden, here 
trimmed in the shape of a man coupling with a monstrous animal; there in the 
shape of a naked woman impaled by spikes; a third resembling a pack of 
wolves tearing apart a helpless child.

A stone path snakes from the walls of the embassy ground up to the doors of 
the embassy itself.
Players:
Haroon                                Ilsabet
Exits:
Fanmetal Gate <NE> leads to Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Burnished Doors <S> leads to Giedi Hall -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)
Juseppe walks in from Giedi Hall through the Burnished Doors.
Juseppe has arrived.
Ilsabet walks to the northeast and passes through the Fanmetal Gate.
Ilsabet has left.
Juseppe walks to the northeast and passes through the Fanmetal Gate.
Juseppe has left.

You walk through the Fanmetal Gate.

Traffic Loop -- Harkonnen Embassy (Kaitain)(#644RntJ)
A plascrete roadway loops in a semicircle in front of the Harkonnen Embassy. 
Ground traffic busily fills the loop, picking up and discharging passengers. 
In the center of the loop is a huge granite statue of a springing ram 
greeting all who enter. Ten flagpoles, each flying a large blue banner, 
tower over the area.
Players:
Juseppe                                            Ilsabet
Objects:
Bajazet Limosine
Exits:
Slidewalk <N> leads to Negara II Plaza -- Embassy District (Kaitain)
Fanmetal Gate <SW> leads to Garden of Bitterblooms -- Harkonnen Embassy 
(Kaitain)
Ilsabet drops into a curtsey, "I apologize for not trying to stop things 
earlier my Lords... "
The driver steps out of the car and opens the door for them.
Juseppe bows to Ilsabet,"Good Day, me lady."
Haroon nods coldly, "I apologise that matters came to a head.. we were 
unjustly provoked by the actions of that girl.. if she intends to provoke a 
war she is doing well" he says darkly
Haroon sighs and turns to Juseppe. "Get in the car"
Ilsabet continues, "But it is good both of you got out unharmed... I shall 
be making a trip to visit your house very soon my Lords. Good day."
Haroon smiles thinly, "I hope that we can offer you better hospitality"

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