Craggard angrily shoved the younger man off of him with a deep scowl. He wasn't as strong as he used to be- not that he was ever particularly strong or agile, but he was sure he could at least land a hit on the runt. He could have, he reckoned, if Lord Grimm hadn't nearly made him shit himself in terror. Craggard rose from the rubble, with an almost hilarious dignity, considering he was just sprawled across the table trying to wring someone's neck. Some members of the Empire seemed to be attempting to save their dignity as well, while other nobles scorned them. Craggard realized that as a noble, he should have been alongside them, scolding the riff-raff who caused trouble. But none of this was his fault- the blame lay squarely on the confederate who dared insult him.

" It won't happen again, my Lord," Craggard mumbled, carefully avoiding offering an apology without disrespecting the intimidating man. He shot the representative one more furious glare. If only he had succeeded in wiping that smug look off the runt. For now, he wouldn't feel too much regret over his failure. Craggard was sure he could get a chance to get back at him later. So Craggard wasn't as handy with a weapon as he remembered- not a problem. He'll just get someone else to do it next time.

 With a dismissive [i]Tch[/i] aimed at the representative, Craggard sauntered back to his place with the Onxyites.