It appeared that even [i]here[/i] of all places there were still foul individuals who opposed proper and moral laws to dictate society. The ghost in the iron shell of armor took notice of those who would dare oppose implementing strict moral legislation. There was a faceless demon, the lion masked brute, and an immigrant who left as quickly as he appeared. The third would clearly not be of any trouble to Jarl Ragnvaldr Konrad Bergfalk because that immigrant clearly lacked convictions. However those two were monsters who applauded the ideals of chicanery. 

With a few clanking footsteps away from the table, the Swedish Siege's helmet turned between the two creatures who clearly could not understand the importance of these societal edicts. 

[color=8493ca]"Sen ya'll addle-headed slicks born fro lewed kinde unnethe know the importance of proper rules, I'mma whoop t'both of ya harder than the boys down in Chickamauga woulda whipped ya!"[/color] declared the armored poltergeist as he raised up both of his arms to get ready for the collar and elbow position. 

He glanced between the two.

[color=8493ca]"Doing this according to Hoyle. Which of y'fellers is man enough to lock-up first."[/color]