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You slowly rise from the table, not saying a word. As you do, the shouting match abates, as the gathered nobles look to you. Sir Kahl sheathes his sword, but is still glaring daggers at Norton, whom you turn to.
"Sir Norton," you begin, trying to resist the urge to smash his face into his bowl of soup,
"This food, good or bad, is the food we have. If you are not man enough to eat quietly a meal you don't like, how can I expect you to hold of a siege?"
"How can I count on you to stay in the front line if they cut our supplies? I'm sorry but in the present conditions of our lands, we cannot afford to eat venison and boar with honey everyday."
He begins to speak, his face turning red, but a sharp look from Sir Kahl stops him.
"You disappoint me lord Norton," you continue, "and therefore I give you two options, seat down, eat your meal with a smile up your face, or be stripped of your title and conditions."
Norton's expression turns to one of horror. You smile.
"A noble should be the first to starve when the need comes, and the last to eat when the food arrives. Think about this and enjoy your soup."
Norton looks as if he is about to explode with fury, but the look in your eyes quells him, and he lowers his head, his face as red as a tomato.
"I... Yes, your Lordship. I apologize for my disrespect."
"It isn't me you should be apologizing to, Sir Norton," you say, pointing to the dwarves. Urvash Strongbeard, the Dwarven emissary, simply laughs.
>I realize this wasn't the highest-rolled, but it was similar in nature, and it got bonus points for effort. |