Chastised by your Spymaster

You go rest in your tent, thinking over the information your would-be assassin told you. You know that Alexia is going to be pissed that you let him live, especially without her even having a chance to question the man. As you're lost in thought you hear yelling outside. Knowing you're about to get chewed out by your Spymaster you quickly jump to your desk pulling out requests from your Quarter Master for supplies (They're not official requests just some alchemic items he wants to use in his crazy experiments) in an attempt to look like you're doing something important.

Galeon's gruff voice tries to calm down the fuming spy. "You know full well that Bruce acts recklessly, but its usually part of some crazy plan he has, Alexia."

"Galeon, you know the dangers of letting him just do this without explaining anything to us." She counters getting to the real part of what's bothering her. "Don't you remember what happened three years ago?"

Alexia was always bringing up that last fling of yours. It was years ago that you decided to disappear without telling anyone causing the Royal Guard panic. For two months you let the winds carry you and Spook across the continent leaving your father to deal with the rumors of your absence. While you flew from city to city, hunting down bandits, harassing slavers and drinking so much that you often woke with little or no memory of the night before, it had been poor Galion's job to track you down.

"So please do tell, Galeon. Where did you find our great wise King?"

"By the time I caught up to him, as you well know, he was in a barbarian village drunk on some unknown liquor and flirting with one of their princesses during her engagement ceremony." You smile at the parchment on the desk as you remember those days. "... challenged by her fiancé. Luckily, before the dual could start they both passed out. In Bruce's defense," Galeon sticks up for you again, "after he and the Prince woke up they laughed how stupid they were the night before become friends. Kalion gained a useful alliance with both tribes."

"Fine Galeon, I'll listen to him first," you hear Alexia agree with relief until she finishes her thought. "But, when he can't explain himself or apologize I'm going to confiscate your wine collection and smash every single amphora over his stupid head!"

Hearing the flap to your tent open, you turn to see a fearsome sight. Your friend, a great warrior, feared and respected throughout the known world, Galeon the Giant, standing behind a fuming Alexia begging you with his eyes to smooth things with your spymaster. You decide that you'd better help him and explain nicely.

"Alexia, come in." You turn on every bit of charm you have. "I'm sorry that I didn't consult or tell you about what I had planned to do with the prisoner, but you would have acted on your emotions and tortured him to ****." Alexia has the honesty to nod in agreement. "As it turns out, you would have likely got less information so could you please forgive me and use what I found out."

When you finished going over the sparse details you gleaned from the assassin, Alexia still isn't happy with you, but she agrees to follow up on it with her sources. You smile at her again and offer her something new to consider, "I hope you'll be willing to escort me to my meeting with Lord-Marshal Raxius? I could really use your talents gathering information and keeping me from getting into trouble."

You have to wait three full breaths for her to response, wondering how long it will take her to get over this tiff. Finally, she walks up to you and surprises you with a slap that rings through the tent.

"Fine, King Kalion." She tells you as you rub your cheek. "I accept your apology and will gladly make sure you don't get drunk and embarrass the people of Kalion." She turns and walks out of your tent past Galeon who appears to be hiding his laughter behind one of his great gnarled hands.