[h3][color=66ccff]Norton[/color][/h3][hr]Norton was at a loss for words at the sheer amount of violence that had erupted around the tavern in the short time that he had been present. He was no stranger to conflict, but was certainly taken aback at the bold words of a very rude tiefling. The tiefling had insulted his goddess, his muse, his holy idol. Norton´s kind features hardened at having been so boldly defiled. That man may have gotten into a brawl and acted as if no serious harm had been done, but to Norton this was nothing short of a declaration of war. 

He looked to Tristan, doing nothing to hide the rage in his eyes.[color=66ccff] "Norton Stahlder, of the order of Lumen. I agree."[/color] Norton´s gaze shifted to the tiefling. [color=66ccff]"Your words are less than nothing in the face of my goddess, and you will disrespect her no longer, demon!"[/color] he shouted. He drew his weapon and assumed a combative stance. The anger in his tone was indicative that he had taken it far more personally than needed.