Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in House Duroc Embassy - A Hopefully Not Last Supper
The House Duroc Embassy had stayed closed the day after the ‘incident’ with Lord and Lady Duroc. Fortunately, the Oed Police had the forethought to change names to security aliases so the arrest record didn’t trip the news alerts.

At the Embassy, the main dining hall was set to recieve guests. Lord Duroc had made it abundantly clear that the Tenkillers would be given every opportunity to prove their honor and were not to be harmed in any way… unless he said so.

In their bedroom, Urg finished sliding on a gauntlet and looked at his wife. “I don’t care. The blade comes. They are more than fortunate I didn’t have my hammer brought in.”

.Urg, Lord Duroc

“You should have. It is a testament to you, our house, and Kavaar’ton. To see it and hear the story, tells who we are.” Jal’na pulled the medallion out from under her bodice, so it could be seen clearly. Jal’na would enjoy tonight. She didn’t believe Tenkiller was like his sister. This would prove it, and blame and challenge would go where it belonged. She was concerned. People were hot headed, especially Klingons, and did not often see other species gestures for what they were.

The comms sounded. “Lord Duroc, they have arrived.”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc