Sheathing his sword and shouldering his shield, Marcon moves to Sydiri, genuine emotion is his tone.

"[color=ec008c]Miss Haunlar, you are to be commended. Shaara the Herald, in the siege of Knightsbridge, showed such fortitude. To hold a keep against giants, though your liege be fallen and your companions -[/color]" he gestures here to the bald man "[color=ec008c]-be gormless larvae more pustule than man.[/color]"

With the brashness of the young, he kneels before the woman.

"[color=ec008c]You speak of duty, and as Wheelock writes,'Honor cries out to honor!' Let the God's witness this oath! I shall track these giants to their lair, and if one soul of Nighstone still breathes, I shall deliver her here![/color]"