That... [i]hurt[/i]. 

But if Robena is right that chivalry is dead, surely that means it's more important than ever to be what we want the world to reflect back on us?

"It was not fair for me to ask that of you." He apologizes, looking at Robena's eyes and not her axe. He does not rise from his barstool, yet. "Thank you for letting me try myself, after insulting you with such thoughtlessness. I [i]had[/i] planned to-" he does not want to go into his spirituality now, not to a knight with two feet planted in worldy matters, "take a moment of peace before joining with them again. If you'll wait at least that long, only the time it would take for a loaf to bake at the most, then I will. I will do all that you ask and more. Today has dulled my sharpness, and I would appreciate the moment to hone myself. I would go right now if you ask, but I will be less effective for you."

[2d6 - 6, 3 +1 Strong = 10]
Tristan takes a steak knife from behind the counter, where it is to be cleaned, and pauses only to wipe the point of it with his shirt before hurling it at the dartboard on the far wall, getting as close to a bullseye as is to matter. More importantly, the knife stays parallel to the floor without falling. 

"Only less." Tristan finishes his beer. 

He wouldn't be stabbing anyone in the [i]back[/i], this way, would he? 

Mostly because they're likely to try to start stabbing [i]him [/i]as soon as he makes the case, but then it would be self-defense. While tactically unadvantageous, it [i]is [/i]ethically sound. 

He hopes this isn't a second insult, but more than anything else he wants to ask this place if it will tell him what Pellinore really is, what he couldn't see before. He wants that even more than he wants the time to prepare himself to make such open threats.