The men grew impatient with the White Lily, and their temper's being challenged.
"My lady, what concern is this of the church?" the man retorted, stepping closer to remind the woman this was hardly done and over with. But then Krah stepped forward, and only then did the man remember just why the General had always been so feared.
But he wasn't about to show it.
"Oh, but it's every concern of the fucking church. And even the fucking orders of the Grand Duke, unless... you think you're higher than both?"
Krah gave a cold smile at that, and the man, now visibly disturbed by this, glanced around at his equally uncomfortable guardsmen.
"No, it's not that- we just have our orders-"
"And we have ours," he went on, and took the paper from Sunniva, held it infront of him and spat the grossest piece of snot he could into it, before crumpling it up and slapping it's soggy contents into the man's hand.
"Take that back to your leader. The Lily and I will see you at the church."
And he did just that- and walked clean fucking away.