Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5583506-20150316022857

Valkyrie was beginning to feel that she had made some sort of terrible mistake. This man... was a complete stranger. What did that say about her? What would they think of their Matriarch if she would simply take the hand of some nobody?

But he wasn't a nodody. Not to her. He was Perdix and she wanted him. She just hoped that the rest of the clan would think that he wasn't a nobody.

"Uhm... Who the hell... is he?" asked a curious Berserker at the front table.

"Mind your tongue!" snarled Torsdolk, who tried to hide the fact that the announcement had shocked him as much as it had the rest of the clanmembers. "This is your Matriarch speaking."

"I am... I am not trying to insinuate something", said the Berserker to his defense. "I am just wondering who he is?"

The dining hall was still dead silent.

"Wasn't he the one who saved the Matriarch's life during the duel with Sturkas?" interrupted Juliana, breaking the ice and potentially saving Perdix.

There were some warriors who nodded in agreement as they began to reflect upon their memories from that frightening day. Juliana discreetly bumped Ma'Khenro's shoulder, urging him to rush in and save the situation.

"What?!" he growled. "What? Oh. Oh!" The Khajiit cleared his throat and stood up beside Juliana. "This one was there the night when he and the Matriarch fought off an assassin which had come to claim the Matriarch's life. He will forever hold Ma'Khenro's respect for that deed."

When a respected warrior such as Ma'Khenro vouched for this stranger, there could be little arguments among those closest to the Khajiit. Halvar Wide-Jaw as well as everal Khajiit Berserkers and Stalkers rose up from their tables along with a couple of Nords, Bretons, and a couple of Imperials who supported the idea of an Imperial suitor for their Matriarch.

Then Hist-of-his-Kin stood up from his seat and raised his goblet to Verdix's honour. "And I must say that I was there and saw him personally storm head-first into battle when the strange clan had ambushed us. He fought like a possessed! Like a demon! Showing little, to no fear! Now, I may just be a humble Argonian from a foreign clan, but I do know that you Nords value courage, pride, loyalty and prowess in battle above all!"

He pointed at Perdix. "This man possesses them all! If you can't think of a more worthy suitor to your beloved Matriarch, then perhaps you have gotten the whole honour-idea wrong?"

The Argonian flinched with his head, showing clear signs that perhaps he was bit drunk when he said it, but nevertheless he had meant it. Even if the words came from this foreign lizard, it was enough for the rest of the clan to stand up in Perdix's honour.

Valkyrie smiled. This was just what she had been hoping for.

Torsdolk rose up from his seat. "All those in favour of our newest addition to the clan, raise your mugs and call him by his name!"

"HAIL PERDIX GHOST-WOLF!" shouted the clanmembers in unison as they raised their mugs, emptied them in one sweep before bending their heads backwards and feigned a howling.