[@TheDarkTemplar] [img]http://orig15.deviantart.net/747c/f/2016/050/2/3/rp_character_thingy_by_fenixking13-d9se5lt.png[/img] [color=6ecff6]"You know the rules as I do. He has come with permission from the master.. as his ambassador." [/color] The words escaped him almost comically as Marcus took a sideways glance at the black clad trouble maker. One day away from the city indeed. In less than 12 hours he had proven he was a bad influence, determined, and undeniably aggressive when it came to solving his own problems. Marcus could only shrug at the futility of the moment as he knew full well that whatever he said now would only further damn the cause. All this in public.. Argus was to be expected of this kind of behavior, he had been rowdy before, but Glodin Stonequarry was far from an active provoker. Odds were it had not been him involved in the fighting but had instead been swept up in it, caught in the web of loyalty to comrades. The dwarf woman was likely a similar case. [color=6ecff6]"I'm afraid I must side with Ms.Sunderland on this one. All of you need to explain your actions."[/color] His words lacked conviction, given that it was unlikely he would so much as raise his knife at one of these members with Theodore close by. ---------------------- [img]http://orig14.deviantart.net/deb9/f/2016/050/c/3/he_so_pretty_by_fenixking13-d9se5ig.png[/img] Theodore looked at every face individually, hands resting casually on his hips while the old dwarf listened intently to the outrage. Same damn conversation he'd given earlier to the pack that had come with 'em. Dwarves settles things different and humans, and elves for that matter, did not understand that a feud between the stubby folk meant property damage and a large bar tab. The latter was after the grievance had been settled, usually with a challenge or a fist fight or in some rare occasions it could be resolved after a bloody 200 year feud where both sides forgot why they hated one another. Usually rival clans. Theodore wasn't about to make enemies of that magnitude for drugging his niece. HIS NIECE. If Evelyn had been angry before you would swear it would triple. Despite the stern voice and the demands, Theodore shoved everyone aside as he marched right up to Tyr and grabbed her hand, fiercely pulling her down to eye level. Eyes that held a flame of such anger they would have burned a dragon to the bone in moments. [color=82ca9d]"YOU CALL YOURSELF A WATCHER, TYR. I TRAINED YOU BETTER. YOU JUST HAVE A PINT WITH SOME NO NECKER LIKE HIM,"[/color] Theo hooked a plated thumb in Argus' direction, turning to face him slighty, [color=82ca9d]"No offense,"[/color] Before returning his gaze to Tyr. [color=82ca9d]"YOU OUGHT TO BE LUCKY I DIDN'T GET SENT HERE TA PICK YOUR SCRAWNY ARSE UP AND DRAG YOU BACK TO THE MASTER."[/color] He let go of her hand and took a step back, breathing heavy. Not used to being angry for so long over something so trivial but the dwarf had worried over her, had cared for her as a child, and had promised her deceased foster father he would watch her close. Evidently he had been neglectful of that task thinking her old enough to make these adventures on her own. His angry look faded to one of shame as he approached her again and motioned her down to her knees, crushing her in a teary eyed hug. [color=82ca9d]"Don't think my old heart could last, something happened to you. Argus told me he didn't touch your purity. Promised me they had treated you well. You tell me if they didn't, girl, I swear."[/color] He snorted up and crushed her a little tighter. "You swear to me they done nothin'. If I find out they did.." He let the threat linger in the air before disengaging the hug, holding her at arms length. [color=82ca9d]"Who am I kidding. You're a woman capable of her own choices."[/color] The pain in his eyes at the realization flickered for a moment before the old dwarf coughed uncomfortably and turned to face Evelyn Sunderland. Even without hearing her name it was clear this was her, Argus had mentioned her to be stern but the way she hadn't broken an arm of her subordinates spoke well of her patience. He cleared his throat again and stared her in the eyes, unafraid of her anger or her status. But he did respect her a great deal, having heard the events from Marcus as he had heard them. The woman had led a small party into a massive kest hive in a dwarven complex and killed off the monstrous king and queen with minimal loss. That alone was worth his compliance in this formality of a first meeting. [color=82ca9d]"Now listen. I'm the one what caused the trouble. Your lad did me wrong trickin' Tyr into a cell. I came lookin' for an apology and some compensation, and I got both of em. Karl there didn't strike any guards down to cause trouble, he did it tryin' to protect his friends."[/color] Theo leaned in and loudly whispered, [i][color=82ca9d]"Not the smartest elf I've seen. Good lad though."[/color][/i] A sly wink and a grin took to his face before continuing. [color=82ca9d]"My name is Theodore Doubleblade, founder of the silent order serving under the nameless one. I take full responsibility for my actions and deny any punishment you may mete out on the unwilling participants of my assimilation into Farendar culture." [/color] He did not bow as he had done to the fine dwarven lass, but he did bow his head as a sign of respect amongst equals.