Faixòn was allowed to leave without being harried. With such a thing as Faixòn's tantrum occurring, it was fairly safe to say the banquet was over. Alfonso waited by the door, thanking people for coming, and apologizing for Faixon's outburst. While he was waiting, he sent Elías to his office to write up something on official stationary from the PM's office. When it was brought to him, Alfonso quickly signed it, and sent Elías out to the Ministry of Justice to deliver it.
From the Office of the Prime Minister:A warrant for the arrest of Assemblyman Emiliano Felipe Faixòn for the attempted assault at swordpoint and the robbery of several papers belonging to Francisco de las Torres y Borges is hereby issued.
((So yeah, the banquet is basically over now. You're welcome to say your goodbyes to Alfonso or the other players, but no new IC's))
From the Office of the Prime Minister:
((So yeah, the banquet is basically over now. You're welcome to say your goodbyes to Alfonso or the other players, but no new IC's))
((It was out from the beginning. ))((Again, I'm sorry for borrowing some characters.))
((Private - banquet))
Carlos Maria heard a commotion in the main room. Apparently someone was very mad with someone else. He also heard a few gasps and the sound of metal clicking, as if someone was pointing a gun at someone. Somebody was probably drunk. If it was Silva it would be ironic. But it wasn't his business to find out what was going on. He decided to ignore it.
Wilhelm, though, could not ignore it. While he was busy engaging the Lucrezian priest in a show of wits, the Crown Prince stormed over, muttering some curses in the Lucrezian's direction.
"Come on, Ponc, let's go," said Alfons.
The boy quickly followed his father away from the priest.
Wilhelm collected his belongings and looked at the priest one more time. "I know exactly who you guys are," he said, "I've seen people like you before, in other places, in other times. You may not be as violent as them, and you may preach tolerance and understanding, but your motives are still the same. You want control. You don't have to admit it now. But tell whoever you answer to that I'm watching you. We're watching you."
He walked away before the priest could respond.
Returning to the main hall, he noticed a commotion. He saw a crowd gathered around a man holding a man hostage with a sword. The hostage-taker, who Wilhelm gathered to be Faixon, was obviously angry. He watched Alfons position himself between Faixon and his children, pleading with him to release the man. Even though the guards lowered their guns, Faixon didn't waver. Wilhelm reached for the dagger he always kept hidden up his sleeve and prepared to draw it if he needed to. He hoped he didn't have to. He didn't want to attract attention, especially after he barely escaped Valencia after the epidemic.
Fortunately, Faixon pushed away the other man and stuffed some papers into his pocket, arrogantly walking towards the door and out of the venue. Wilhelm sighed with relief and loosened his grip on the dagger. Luckily nobody was hurt.
((So this was advertised as a banquet. Where's the food?))
((Sent at a later time))
Your Majesty,
The Hispanian government decides that it will agree to your offer. However, we feel that the price of 500k peseta is too high for those islands. We propose paying 400k peseta for the islands, which we feel is appropriate compensation.
Regards,
Leon