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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6799636" data-attributes="member: 11146">Dent went with Romon to acquire supplies for the next leg of their journey.&nbsp; He had less to purchase than did Romon, needing only trail rations.&nbsp; Dent eyed the horses, then turned to Romon and queried him about his intent where the pair would next be traveling.&nbsp; When Romon replied that he intended to return to Mirabar without delay, an argument ensued.&nbsp; Romon pressed to return to Mirabar to inform the Knight Commander about his capture and the threat in the Dessarin Valley, while Dent shouted and sputtered about vengeance on the monastery.&nbsp; Always hot-headed, Dent made the grave error of spouting that Romon's capture had addled his courage, at which point the argument stilled to deathly silence.&nbsp; Words had passed that would not soon be forgotten or forgiven.&nbsp; The Knight Captain's eyes hardened.&nbsp; He turned a courtly bow to Dent, then flatly stated, &quot;You're dismissed.&nbsp; Forthwith, your title shall no longer be Lieutenant Ser.&nbsp; You are Marcus Dent, and your services are no longer required.&nbsp; And don't let me catch sight of you again, or you shall be sorry indeed.&quot;&nbsp; Romon mounted his horse and strode off for Mirabar, leaving Dent to gape at his back.A sour Dent returned to the tavern.&nbsp; He flopped into a chair beside Carradoc and flagged the barmaid to bring a flagon of ale.&nbsp; &quot;I've been sacked.&nbsp; The sooner we blow this joint, the better.&quot;&nbsp; The words were more than Dent had offered in idle conversation all the days the pair had travelled together thus far.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6799636, member: 11146"] Dent went with Romon to acquire supplies for the next leg of their journey. He had less to purchase than did Romon, needing only trail rations. Dent eyed the horses, then turned to Romon and queried him about his intent where the pair would next be traveling. When Romon replied that he intended to return to Mirabar without delay, an argument ensued. Romon pressed to return to Mirabar to inform the Knight Commander about his capture and the threat in the Dessarin Valley, while Dent shouted and sputtered about vengeance on the monastery. Always hot-headed, Dent made the grave error of spouting that Romon's capture had addled his courage, at which point the argument stilled to deathly silence. Words had passed that would not soon be forgotten or forgiven. The Knight Captain's eyes hardened. He turned a courtly bow to Dent, then flatly stated, "You're dismissed. Forthwith, your title shall no longer be Lieutenant Ser. You are Marcus Dent, and your services are no longer required. And don't let me catch sight of you again, or you shall be sorry indeed." Romon mounted his horse and strode off for Mirabar, leaving Dent to gape at his back. A sour Dent returned to the tavern. He flopped into a chair beside Carradoc and flagged the barmaid to bring a flagon of ale. [color=green]"I've been sacked. The sooner we blow this joint, the better."[/color] The words were more than Dent had offered in idle conversation all the days the pair had travelled together thus far. [/QUOTE]

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