Besaun didn’t release Allsander till they were in the receiving hall. Then he flung him away, wiping his palm on his vest. “You have no respect, Allsander.” Allsander smirked at Besaun, rubbing his shoulder. “I think you pulled my arm out of it’s socket. Yes, I am injured beyond repair. I can’t possibly be expected to attend any more meetings today; how unfortunate.” He turned and sauntered down the hall.
