Thread: I'll Be Good (OffToTheRaces x Quantum Tangle)

The plight of the Elves was beyond the Teyrns concerns. Whatever their peace with the state of the world and the loss of their lands? They were minor. Since man arrived in Ferelden these lands have belonged to them since before the annals and records of history. But this feminine appearing creature before him, her plight was present and not within his permissions to deny. Loghain frowned upon abject cruelty. Never would have dreamed of harming a woman, especially the servants to these lands. Her understood their role just as he understood his in the traditions of this proud nation. Her gaze though did not avert and flinch. It spoke measures to the man who held the eyes as a gateway to the truth. He could tell a lie from a shifting gaze, he could tell submission and fear when cast down, but he knew when a person did not fear the truth or its consequences when they looked back at him. Piercing him the Teyrns lip rose to the subtlest of smiles as she affirmed his suspicion of accounts. He was amused at her candid remarks upon these men, who by the Lords view deserved little remorse. Releasing the Elfs narrow chin his touch trailed subconsciously with an affirming grasp and pat to the shoulder as he swiftly turned to the men before him. Do you hear that? Loghain barked with a sharp sneer waving his hand back in Estes direction. The resounding sound of the truth, spoken by an Elf no less. The comment held the casual weight of prejudice. Something Este would not be unfamiliar with, but never likely used in such a way as to turn it upon its head. Humans often thought of Elf-kind as impish thieves with forked tongues and promises of fools gold, yet to hear a Human use the stereotype to guilt and lash these Soldiers? Oh what a rare treat. My lord she lies! One was quick to speak only to find the General to take very unlordly action and grasp his throat in iron clutch. A quick choke of air and sputter stopped the Soldiers declaration only to find a rather vexed expression staring him down. Bite your tongue boy, or I would have it severed from you. It was a threat. Surely this was evident, but there was a certain weight that told all that it wouldnt be first tongue Loghain had taken. His grip tightened as he pushed the Soldier back on his heels so he could feel the firm poke of a blade against his leathers. Your forefathers did not suffer the Orlesians so that you may piss on their legacy. And I did not ask you for the truth! With a firm release the sterling blue of his gaze cast on the rest of them as he was quick to recount history, Because truth is when I marched against the Chevaliers I did not tolerate such distasteful action in my ranks. Women and servants are not property to be handled without care. Or do you respect the freedoms your mother pained in labor for simply to birth disappointment? One would think that the Soldiers would stay quiet, but fear had a way to loosen the tongue. Eyes rattled and turned about with a panic unable to hold a gaze with the Teyrn. That thing isnt a woman! The primary abuser cried out only to find Loghains gauntlet pressed to shoulder, pushing down, and while he tried to stay afoot he collapsed under the pain of his Lords grip. Brought to knee he was backhanded and manhandled to look directly at Este, her wound, her discontent. Holding the Soldiers face the Teyrn hissed viciously, Not a woman? What is she then? She did not ask for you, nor beg, nor plead Grasping the mans jaw with a fierce centering shake he answered his own question, An Elf, a Servant, and for all accounts during these trying times a patriot in service to the Kings Army that is what I see. And I would have you strung from your necks if in another time, but you were fortunate to be born with your freedom, boy. Something your fathers were not. Because of men who thought as you do, imposing their will masked as authority. Raping and butchering the innocent like animals. But we are not beasts, we are Fereldens. For the second time a person was released from his grasp, but this time Loghain shoved away in disgust letting the man press into the fresh mud. Looking to Este he closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself. Waving his hands before him he gritted his teeth and asked the Elf clearly, For all this claiming of what and who you are, what do you claim? I would have these men regard you with respect before being caged for insubordination.