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[color=gray][color=#008080][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Vane [@Sen], Nicoline [@Dragonbud], Sabine [@Fabricant451][/color][/center]
[color=gray]It seemed like everyone had a pole up their arse today. It could have been because of his heavy tongue and the fire in his blood, but Tristan wasn't about to blame himself. In his mind, it seemed like no one was in the mood for jokes. That, and, well... the words coming from the saucy blonde woman made his cheeks sting with embarrassment. If his body warmed up any more, he wouldn't be surprised if he turned into a bloody dragon. A dragon without a tongue, that was. The very same woman sapped him of any bite or fire breath he had in him. A woman who dared to insult a man's pride and joy was nothing but a wench. 

Tristan kept his smoldering gaze placed on Sabine. Yes, he was at a loss for words. Yes, he just got [i]fiercely[/i] embarrassed in front of Vaucluse's whole town square. Even now, he could near the sniggers coming from other loiterers that had stopped by to watch the spectacle from afar. He was tempted to give the woman a good smacking. But his name had already been dragged through countless bogs and ditches-- did he really dare to fall as far as striking a woman who didn't hit first?

A crooked scowl crossed his lips. Another snicker from nearby only deepened the flush on his face, and he crossed his arms again, his fingers burying themselves into the flesh of his forearms once again. Tristan didn't even hear what Nicoline said, or what Vane told the young mage girl. All he cared about was getting home. After he pulled his stunt off, he wouldn't have to suffer through any of this shit again. No one would flinch at the mention of his name. No one would laugh behind his back. No one would call him names. Hell, even his father would be proud of him, for once. Tristan Baske wouldn't be a burden. His name would be a legend!

[color=#008080][b]"... g-go get eaten by a chimera, you twisted ol' harpy,"[/b][/color] Tristan waved Sabine off before turning his gaze to Vane and Nicoline. [color=#008080][b]"Don't you two worry. I've better places to be, anyways."[/b][/color] And with a heated scoff, the defeated lordling turned away and began to head back toward his father's manor. 

If he was lucky, that would be the last time he'd have to walk that blasted path back home. [/color]