And with that, Norrington turned on his heel and marched towards the Orlesian nobles, his gaze absolutely murderous. So murderous, the Orlesians mocking expressions faded into frowns, and then alarm. The one who had called out to them was the one that Norrington narrowed in on, however, and he was the one who let out a girlish shriek as Norrington's blade swung from his hip to the other man's throat in one smooth motion.
The courtyard went quiet, and that would have been the only way to hear Norrington's voice as he stated in a frosty tone, "You have questioned the honor of my lady, the woman I am courting and the woman I hope to some day be betrothed to. You've questioned her morality and her commitment to the betterment of her people." He lifted his blade, just so, so it danced along the edge of the man's adam's apple. "Therefore, per the traditions of honor, and chivalry, I am challenging you to a duel, right now."
The Orleisan squeaked, "You can't do that!"
Here, Norrington paused, "Oh yes, you're right." The Orleisan sighed out with relief, a short lived one, as Norrington shifted his arm back, "I first must strike you across the face for the insult, I believe. I am afraid the only thing I have is my fist - so I trust your face is made of sturdier stuff than your sense of decency."
He swung the shield back to give the man a glancing blow with his hand, but before Norrington could move, the Orleisan ... fainted.
Norrington arched an eyebrow, looking at the prone man, who might have wet himself if that smell was not the horses, then turned his glower to the other nobles. "Would anyone like to second him?"
"No, we're fine!" "We're quite sorry for the insult!" "Please tell your lady mage friend that we are humbly ignornant and do not wish to be hit in the face. Repeatedly."
Norrington snorted, before he turned to look at Pel. "My Lady, you are the insulted party. Would you care for me to challenge every last one of them -- or would you prefer to leave the confines of Skyhold so you make take care of them yourself?"
After all, Pel was a Lady, but she was also the member of a proud Dalish clan. He would hate to think he was insulting by not allowing her to throw them around with a tree.
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And with that, Norrington turned on his heel and marched towards the Orlesian nobles, his gaze absolutely murderous. So murderous, the Orlesians mocking expressions faded into frowns, and then alarm. The one who had called out to them was the one that Norrington narrowed in on, however, and he was the one who let out a girlish shriek as Norrington's blade swung from his hip to the other man's throat in one smooth motion.
The courtyard went quiet, and that would have been the only way to hear Norrington's voice as he stated in a frosty tone, "You have questioned the honor of my lady, the woman I am courting and the woman I hope to some day be betrothed to. You've questioned her morality and her commitment to the betterment of her people." He lifted his blade, just so, so it danced along the edge of the man's adam's apple. "Therefore, per the traditions of honor, and chivalry, I am challenging you to a duel, right now."
The Orleisan squeaked, "You can't do that!"
Here, Norrington paused, "Oh yes, you're right." The Orleisan sighed out with relief, a short lived one, as Norrington shifted his arm back, "I first must strike you across the face for the insult, I believe. I am afraid the only thing I have is my fist - so I trust your face is made of sturdier stuff than your sense of decency."
He swung the shield back to give the man a glancing blow with his hand, but before Norrington could move, the Orleisan ... fainted.
Norrington arched an eyebrow, looking at the prone man, who might have wet himself if that smell was not the horses, then turned his glower to the other nobles. "Would anyone like to second him?"
"No, we're fine!" "We're quite sorry for the insult!" "Please tell your lady mage friend that we are humbly ignornant and do not wish to be hit in the face. Repeatedly."
Norrington snorted, before he turned to look at Pel. "My Lady, you are the insulted party. Would you care for me to challenge every last one of them -- or would you prefer to leave the confines of Skyhold so you make take care of them yourself?"
After all, Pel was a Lady, but she was also the member of a proud Dalish clan. He would hate to think he was insulting by not allowing her to throw them around with a tree.