Before the Show | Tuck & Blair & Elias & (Anyone Else)
"Aurellian," Tuck sneered in response to the Marshal's question. "Exclusively." He said it with the confidence of a man who neither knew nor cared that the Aurellians' sacred spaces had been being vandalized for weeks. How would he know, after all? And even if he did, why would he care? "Some of the resistants carved a little message into my lawn a few weeks ago," he said bitterly. "Free women, it said, it was around the time of the LeClerc debacle, but I'm sure the perpetrators were Aurellian. Who else would've written in chalk?"
He took another moody sip of his wine and curled his arm lazily around his cousin, patting her shoulder. "Quite right, Blair," he agreed. "I'm sure now that there's proper law enforcement in town they'll be far less likely to act up." He used his opposite hand to lift his glass. "To peace," he said grandly. "And prosperity besides."