A man steps out from the shadow of an large tree and begins walking towards Lady Diamond. He is tall and lithe, and looks to be in his mid twenties. Thick golden blond hair falls down around his shoulders and frames a clean shaven and strikingly handsom face. His off-white wool vest hangs open revealing a well muscled chest and washboard abs. A plain brown leather belt holds up soft, dark kidskin pants that are tucked into tall black doeskin boot with hard heel that click on the road cobbles. His walk is more of a strut. Like a bantom in a hen house. A crooked, roguish smile plays across his face and he is rolling a silver coin over his fingers. The coins looks like a yen except that it has no faces.
He stops a few meters from Lady Diamond and looks her up and down and leers like a goat.
"Looks like you're looking for a fight. Well, so am I, although I'd prefure more of an audiance than a horse. Oh well."
I find your servant to be childish, your fountain to be condemned, and your chi to be dormant.