The price of Autonomy

Patron Lyolld leans back his chair his intent sharp barely holding his power back. He rubs on the one ring on his right hand that can still rotate without hurting too much. He slams his hand on the table trying to be as imposing as possible and says, "Fine, have it your way filth. Leave!" This actual sets Tyr off a bit. If the man was weak he should posturing more make threats, trying to throw his weight it is clear he has made another enemy this day. Tyr stands licks his left hand and opens the door with the hand he licked. Lyolld hisses in displeasure at the gesture mumbling something under his breath. Those same three guards are still outside the door and follow Tyr to his speedboat.