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

Utter disgust wrapped his visage like a damp cloth. The Teyrn was not a sympathetic man put up on his sentimental notions, nor did he romance the Elf as a downtrodden thing. All living things had only their lives to account for. The worthy will climb above their station, and make their name. Though he supposed not all men could be burdened with the notion. But Loghain never permitted ignorance as an excuse, for truly teachable moments come rarely in a life. Scaling down the battlements the Ferelden General clutched a fist in steel gauntlet as he approached the situation at hand. His face was a determined expression chiseled out of a callous nature. Flanked on either side by Royal guards, he marched upon the ground with complete dominion. The Soldiers were lined up with blades drawn at their back, for it was a serious matter to anger the Lord of Gwaren. Loghain was renown for being a critical taskmaster. No foolishness was permitted in his wake, yet his military record and personal history proved he talked freely regardless, and in this moment no man stood taller than he did, nor with life to stand for it. Inspecting the men before his approach hed quickly deduced they were young and stank a poor mans ale. Had this really been what their military been reduced to? Flagrant drunkards and lechers. What is this about? The foul tempered rebel asked them. Blue eyes pressed weight of that question startling one out of their stupor to question, My lord? Quickness rose to Loghains tongue as he lashed, Clearly you are not one for answers. Then a sweep of his gaze fell over the group even the woman cradling her wounded face asking once more, So who will explain what I am seeing? Or must I take tongues until the smart one speaks up? Teyrn I mean my Lord this creature I... One stepped forth collapsing to knees castigating himself before the powerful man, though instead of appreciation for his submission Loghain cut his worried ramble short, Get to it boy. That seemed to rattle something in the mans mine as he shooke his head into sobriety, Sir this thing is a rake in ladies clothing, an unnatural abomination. Backed by another man the one whod momentarily molested Estes modesty, It is truth. It is no woman but a man! To say the Lord was unimpressed was an overstatement. A momentary touch to his temple Loghain had to massage a knot of patience from his excoriating thoughts. The Soldiers quaked in apprehension as the Teyrn bridged the distance between them, but in a moment their silent fears turned to discomfort and question when he passed them. Instead Loghain put all of his attention on the Elf. Hand to her chin he inspected with a stern gaze. Turning her face slowly from side to side he fixated on the bleeding, and Este would practically see the man think. His eyes held a certain weight of frustration and when he looked away he addressed the Soldiers, Even creatures have enough dignity to be addressed as they are, or would you have me believe this ones nature to be reason for abuse? Or must I call you lot as I see. Because all I can gather is a group of drunken men had cornered the help and laid hands upon them. Am I wrong? Words cut sharp waiting for answer, but Loghain did not wait for an answer as he centered Este looking into her eyes. Tightening his grip he asked seriously, Id know your account of events.