Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150424224910/@comment-5543592-20150425204743

"Quiet!" Came a booming voice, much deeper and richer than Dacian's own. An imposing man, quite clearly Breton, with a bulging neck, arms, chest, and legs, storming in. His muscles stretched the fabric of his shirt giving him a certain presence. Hiis face was scarred and battle-worn, and his eyes had a cruel wisdom to them.

"Musetta!" He barked at his wife. "What are you two arguing about!"

"We're arguing about Dacian's horrible life choices."

"As much of a disappointment Dacian is," the knight came to a stop and stood in a very military fashion along side the three with his hands folded behind his back, "we do not need to argue about it in front of the servants.  We do not need to give their pathetic lives any more meaning than they deserve."

Dacian stiffled a sigh and squeezed Kay's hand, quite clearly uncomfortable.

Sir Bellamy turned to look at Kay. "Who is this?"

Dacian and his mother both opened their mouths to answer him, but he held up his hand. "Not a word.  I want the woman to speak."