Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170806013615/@comment-17114085-20170807215526

Oros jumped to his feet, his hand on Ashrune's hilt.

"Don't do something you'll regret, boy." Daemor warned him.

"Don't call me boy and don't underestimate me, father. In the past 5 years I've killed more men than you can count. While you and the other Dragonlords grew weak and soft I've been fighting, surviving, in the world." Oros stated, his voice confident and defiant.

His father looked a bit amused at the notion. "Is that so?"

"The gold I took with me barely lasted a year, after that I was broke and left to fend for myself. That's when I met Zoknal and his mercenary band in Bhorash. I saved them for quite the bad day and then joined up with them as a sellsword." Oros revealed.

That seemed to make Daemor only angrier. "Preposterous! My own son, a common sellsword! No wonder the other Dragonlords have taken to the rumors, you do nothing but bring shame to our name! Now it makes sense why you wear those peasant's clothes."

"I worked hard for this armor it's from Qohor, Valyrian Steel no less! You think Valyrian Steel is expensive here in the peninsula, well its price is astronomical outside the Freehold where it is rarer than diamonds. Qohori don't even know how to make Valyrian Steel, only reforge pieces or armor and weapons into new ones." Oros said, he too had grown angry since the insults. He had killed men for less during his time away. "It's probably the first thing I've earned 100% on my own, can you say the same about all this?" He gestured to the walls of the room, referring to the castle.

The two were silent then, but Oros saw a look in his father's eyes that he hadn't seen since he was awarded Ashrune for his fighting prowess. Oros sat back down and the two just looked at each other in silence.