Sure enough, the wider the grin, the sharper the blade.
But what good was a sharp blade in clumsy hands?
Well, Doyle Rook was about to find out.
While most of the Empire was busy arguing over the precise second a deep-fried potato ball should be scooped out of the oil, one smug reflector was discovering just how hard it was to even get close enough to swing.
Just moments ago, Doyle had been stomping around the Iron Panthers booth in a fury. But after his enlightening discussion with their guild leader, his perspective had shifted. He had calmed down. Refined his anger. Redirected it.
He would be helpful.
Very helpful.
Armed with confidence and a plan he was convinced was brilliant, Doyle eagerly took to Star Net to begin what he believed would be a masterful maneuver.
With a devious smile, he opened a new thread.
[Thinking of Applying to House Kyros—What's It Actually Like?]
