Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20150927113322/@comment-5614539-20151018220413

Oberyn turned around and strode inside to start organising, when he remembered the issue that presented itself to him earlier. Hastening himself to the gates, he saw a woman keeping a man in flash clothing down on the ground. He sighed. "Damien, what have you done this time?"

The woman, who was sort of... tribal-looking, with a long spear pointed into Damien's neck and leather clothing, said, "He took the honour of my eldest daughter, and refused to pay. He said you would be able to pay the price instead."

"Did he now?" Oberyn said, mildly disinterested. "Did you know, madame, that the hawk flies south for Frostfall?"

"Why, no, I did no- Argh!" Damien spun out from beneath her so her spear slid away, and as he completed a full roll, he grabbed it and snapped it out of her hands. The woman's legs became encased in rock and so Oberyn walked forwards, laid his hand on her chest, and let a blast of electrical energy pass through his fingers, stopping her heart instantly. She collapsed, and the rock around her leg disappeared. As another woman walked into view, Oberyn simply asked, "Why did you let her go on for so long?

Damien answered, "She brought me here by carriage. It was cheaper." Lauren nodded.

"Damien, while we're here, try not to take any more women's 'honour', alright?"

"Yes, sir."

The three of them turned and walked inside the command tent as if nothing had ever happened.