[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Dinner (Boar B), Big Oaf (Keystone)[/center][/b]

[color=746f6f]"Oi! Watch where ye be swinging yer mitts,"[/color] Nor called to Keystone from atop his unwilling, hammy mount. The last thing he wanted was for his shin to get punched from some careless blow (even in full plate he was pretty sure a direct blow from the batard would smart like a motherfucker), or worse, the pig getting pissed enough to just buck him entirely. It took a lot of effort to get to this position, and he was keeping it, dammit.

The dwarf brandished his knife to go in for the kill, but right then the swine decided it had had enough of Nor's shit and would do the exact thing he was hoping wouldn't happen. It bucked and bronced and knocked the barber off its back all the way into the stone wall behind him. The armor made a couple rather noisy clangs, first when the dwarf splatted against the wall, and then again a half second later when he slid down and landed directly onto his rear end. If it hadn't happened so quickly, Nor would be pretty pissed, but for the time being he had to figure out why he was suddenly on the floor rather than the boar.