[center][h3][color=007236][b]Prudence Stolz[/b][/color][/h3]
[b]Great Hall/Throne Room — Late Morning[/b][/center]

[b][color=fffc96]"Get your feet off... Now!"[/color][/b]

Prudence flicked her eyes over to the giant of a man that had taken the chair near her. She could’ve anticipated the king’s right hand or one of his guards make a demand regarding her lack of proper dining etiquette, but never would she have believed that a brute who looked like he broke bones for a living would criticize her. What next? Was he going to complain about how she didn’t use the proper fork to enjoy her meal, or how she didn’t dab at her face after every bite like that foppish man at the other table? No, no, it wasn’t that. It was a challenge. A power grab. Classic intimidation. He thought he was the biggest, baddest bastard at that table. The frail boy who skittishly sipped at his drink while his eyes darted around the room would’ve backed down, but not Prudence. She had to prove to him now that he was messing with the one lady in the room with stones that were bigger than him. 

She turned to glare at Vodilic, toying with a piece of cutlery in her hands. What if she just jumped him? He was big, but was he fast? She could jam that little table knife into his thick neck and slice it like it was a piece of steak in the blink of an eye. Prudence flexed the end of the knife between her thumb and forefinger as she continued to stare the behemoth down. The guards would surely get her afterwards, but what did it matter? She had already been in the dungeon, and she began to feel like she preferred the cold, dark pit over this lavish and expensive decor. Of course, if she wasn’t going to the gallows now, she would definitely be sent to the gallows then. Hard to plead your innocence after stabbing someone right in front of the High King himself. She let out a little sigh, smiled at the giant, and lifted a foot as if to move it.

Then, in one swift motion, she lifted her boot higher before slamming it down on the table. Plates jumped and a bit of wine splashed out of a flagon, but the true disaster struck next as Prudence quickly swung her legs off of the table. The large man got his wish, but not before she had sent a scattershot of silverware, food, and booze barreling towards his lap. The other meals at the table that were caught in Prudence’s pissing match likely suffered collateral damage as she jumped up to her feet. In the commotion, Prudence had swapped her steak knife for her dagger and now held the bare blade behind her back while her other hand covered her mouth. Perhaps it would look like she was hiding her embarrassment for causing such a mess, but the big guy would see the corner of shit-eating grin peeping out from behind her fingers.

[color=007236][b]“My deepest apologies,”[/b][/color] said Prudence, failing to suppress her laughter. [color=007236][b]“I fear I’m not used to being out of shackles, yet. I must’ve been,” [/b][/color] she gave Vodilic a full look over from head to toe, [color=007236][b]“[i]Overcompensating.[/i] I’m sure [i]you[/i] understand.”[/b][/color]

She tightened the grip on the dagger behind her back. Outright stabbing the guy? Utterly idiotic. But self-defense? She could argue self-defense.