Kurrk
Combatant
Klingons rule.
Posts: 57
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Sighing heavily Kur'rk wondered just how bad this could get. "No... I am not your Lord. I'm quire certain you don't want to join my son's House." Looking at the Trill female he smiled, a friendly 'I'm a doctor smile'. "The speeches are over," he said. "I am attempting to escort this intoxicated warrior to his own people before my son kills him for being tactless regarding the rather bloody war we are currently involved in." He glanced at K'rahl who thankfully seemed to be ignoring the Trill female. "Have you met my son? K'rahl qumwI', Governor of the Klach d'kel Brakt System. Lord of the House of K'rahl. Commander of a House Fleet of 17, no 18, vessels." He hoped she might realise that this wasn't how he usually talked but was intended to be a warning to tread a little more carefully.
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