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<blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5680250" data-attributes="member: 870">&quot;The Stranger has more pressing idiots than you, lad.&quot;Haken rests his hand atop his swordhilt, but he resists the urge to rise. Ser Laton had already laid the challenge, and a show of force would only exacerbate the hot tempers.Across the room, Ser Gough manages little other than blinking several times, competely taken aback. It takes a moment for the sarjeant himself to realize that Ser Gough wasn't acting - he seems to truly believed that it was ok, even expected, for a knight to treat a woman in such a way. The smashing of that belief left a definite impression on his fading smile.&quot;I...&quot; Ser Gough opens his mouth a few times, and closes it silently.Sweat beads on the rotund knight's forehead as he realizes the stares of almost everyone in the room are on him.&quot;I'm... I'm sor-&quot; He snorts, clearing his thoughts if not his record. &quot;My apologies to you, Ser Laton,&quot; he says as he stands. &quot;And by extension to the Lady Palla.&quot; He bows, suprisingly graceful. &quot;It was not becoming for a knight to say such things, even in jest.&quot; He drops one last gaze at the remains of the meal in front of him, sighs, but turns from the bench. &quot;I shall retire for the night.&quot;He leaves the room without another word or looking anyone in the eye. His lady Dawlyn follows closely behind, a comforting hand hovering hesitantly by his shoulder.Haken is about to speak when Hanna rises from the bench, smiling shyly at Ser Laton. She moves to leave, but looks back just before disappearing down the hallway and mouths a silent thanks to the House Vantri heir. She lets her hair tumble down around her face as she follows her lady to their room.Mugs are raised for Ser Laton, and a slow murmur grows louder, eventually echoing down to a small room holding a sellsword.&quot;Honour bends nor breaks!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Cor Azer, post: 5680250, member: 870"] "The Stranger has more pressing idiots than you, lad." Haken rests his hand atop his swordhilt, but he resists the urge to rise. Ser Laton had already laid the challenge, and a show of force would only exacerbate the hot tempers. Across the room, Ser Gough manages little other than blinking several times, competely taken aback. It takes a moment for the sarjeant himself to realize that Ser Gough wasn't acting - he seems to truly believed that it was ok, even expected, for a knight to treat a woman in such a way. The smashing of that belief left a definite impression on his fading smile. "I..." Ser Gough opens his mouth a few times, and closes it silently. Sweat beads on the rotund knight's forehead as he realizes the stares of almost everyone in the room are on him. "I'm... I'm sor-" He snorts, clearing his thoughts if not his record. "My apologies to you, Ser Laton," he says as he stands. "And by extension to the Lady Palla." He bows, suprisingly graceful. "It was not becoming for a knight to say such things, even in jest." He drops one last gaze at the remains of the meal in front of him, sighs, but turns from the bench. "I shall retire for the night." He leaves the room without another word or looking anyone in the eye. His lady Dawlyn follows closely behind, a comforting hand hovering hesitantly by his shoulder. Haken is about to speak when Hanna rises from the bench, smiling shyly at Ser Laton. She moves to leave, but looks back just before disappearing down the hallway and mouths a silent thanks to the House Vantri heir. She lets her hair tumble down around her face as she follows her lady to their room. Mugs are raised for Ser Laton, and a slow murmur grows louder, eventually echoing down to a small room holding a sellsword. "Honour bends nor breaks!" [/QUOTE]

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