Rend sat in his study, reading a completely soggy copy of 50 Shades of Varis Grey under the light of a huge bioluminescent jellyfish. A few Damane, including Ra'damane Big Bass, approached him with a report.
"Sul'damane, we have news from Falador. The Asgarnians have branded the high ranking members of the Resistance to be terrorists."
Rend slowly removed his reading glasses, delivering a rather over-dramatic sigh as he folded them.
"I suppose I have seen this coming. Fight for freedom and become a terrorist to the eyes of some. Once this is all over, we will need to work on improving my public image on the surface. These Asgarnians need not fear me, I merely fight for the freedom of will" Rend stood up at this point, clenching his fist. "The convictions of man will out weigh the blue god in due time. But first, we must end this war!"
There was an awkward moment of silence as the Damane looked at each other. Rend's eyebrows rose, and he stood there confused.
"W...what is it? Is there something else?"
"Uh.. yes, Sul'damane. You er..." Started one of the Damane, a bit hesitant.
Big Bass finished for him. "You were not included in the list, Sul'damane."
Rend stood there, completely shocked. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, mouth agape as he tried to figure this out.
"Th....WHAT? I do not... I do not understand. I have stood by Magus Concendo this whole time! Show me the report." Rend took the announcement, eyes scanning it over. "I... this makes no sense. I
blew a hole
in a supermax prison! I helped take in Ekaterina! I flooded the bloody Mages' Tower for shell's sake! I must just be too popular among the common folk... yes thats it. They wouldn't DARE to condemn such a man as myself." Rend nodded to himself, sinking back into his chair. "And they even posted the damn thing in blue."
The other Damane shot looks to each other, and shuffled out.
