She takes a swig of the wine and, as forewarned, hisses a little at the sting. Arguably any kind of booze might sting at a cut, but this was enough to sting at the pride. The look she gives him is one of mixed reproach and concern. How could he do this to her, but also, how could he do this to himself? Knowingly?
That was a cause for concern, probably. She watches him a moment, to see if she can get a read on how wounded his pride might be. So far as she understood it, there were advantages to being underestimated in the future, and she does not consider herself a warrior first and foremost. Even if she did, if she were a mercenary of Marcoulf's caliber, she'd be content to have been able to enter a tourney and compete against such capable adversaries.
On the other hand, of course, perhaps his pride was a little more nettled.
The liquid in the bottle is a warm, almost plummy, sort of red. The scent is sharp, and the taste pleasingly sour, and edge of sweetness easing off the edge. An unusual taste, potentially, not likely found in the north very often (this, for Magni's purposes, counts as "north.")
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That was a cause for concern, probably. She watches him a moment, to see if she can get a read on how wounded his pride might be. So far as she understood it, there were advantages to being underestimated in the future, and she does not consider herself a warrior first and foremost. Even if she did, if she were a mercenary of Marcoulf's caliber, she'd be content to have been able to enter a tourney and compete against such capable adversaries.
On the other hand, of course, perhaps his pride was a little more nettled.
The liquid in the bottle is a warm, almost plummy, sort of red. The scent is sharp, and the taste pleasingly sour, and edge of sweetness easing off the edge. An unusual taste, potentially, not likely found in the north very often (this, for Magni's purposes, counts as "north.")