"Ah suppose this 'ere's yer answer, then." Locke remarked.

Luner nodded, "Unfortunatly it may take a while to convince the navy general to send his ship to Angel's Island because of it being so dangerous a journey."

Locke bit his lip. "Tha's... an issue." He admitted.

"I'm sorry." Luner apologized.
"my brother is talking to the navy general." Douglas pipped up.

"Is 'e really?" Locke inquired. "Didn't expect tha' from 'im."

Douglas nodded, "I asked him to during the chess game."
"Will he come here," Luner asked.
As if on cue a growl and loud splash could be heard from outside.
"That's him."
"And he threw the guards into the moat." Luner moaned.

Kaladin jumped a little on insinct at the sudden sound, quills raised slightly.
Locke huffed. "Oi. Don't 'e know they jis be doin' their job?" He remarked with a 'tsk'.

Collin smiled fondly, then looked ahead and tugged on Noble's reins. "Here we are." He said, nodding to the stables.

"Let's go help the poor guards." Luner stood up and went to help the guards.
A small swarm was around a very angry Skipper.
"Skipper knock it off." Douglas dragged his brother out of the fray.
The leader of the guards looked at Luner, "Your Highness that wolf needs to cool off. I suggest a few days in the dungeon."
"A night will do it." Luner spoke.
Skipper broke away from Douglas and walked over to Luner poking him the chest, "You have some nerve denying to the echidnas."
"I did no such thing now kindly remove your paw from from chest." Luner matched Skipper's tone.
Skipper stepped back.
Luner grabbed a rope and threw one end to the guards that were treading water in the moat.

She's seemed filled to the brim with excitement