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Rial enters from the bar with an expression of manic intensity on his face, and marches down to the meeting room where the Grand Duke is quietly talking to people Rial doesn't know and, frankly, couldn't care less about at this moment. He goes straight up to his father, ignoring the murmurs around him, and looks the Duke straight in the eye.

"We need to organize a rescue party."

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Rial's waiting.

The rescue party was sent out almost twenty minutes (seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds) ago, and Rial's waiting. He heard the explosions, same as them, and shut his eyes, hoping wishing praying that it was Plourr and that she was doing it deliberately, convincing himself that she hadn't gone up in flames.

And now he's waiting.

(eighteen minutes and twenty-six seconds)