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[color=aa0505]"Respectfully, [i]Sir[/i] MacKerracher,"[/color] He began slowly, smoothly, like the ripple of a placid lake. The very lack of inflection spoke, since Nicomede's expression no longer held any confusion. It held instead a remote, detached sort of patience; the air of a man with a foot in two different places. [color=aa0505]"I would appreciate it if you did not choose to speak to me about wisdom in battle. I have been there. I can't speak to what you've experienced, so I would also thank you not to speak down to me about what [i]I[/i] have."

"As you noted, that [i]is[/i] what I said. I did not encourage Sir Segremors to strike towards the legs. I cautioned him against it. I'm not sure what slip of my tongue you've misconstrued but permit me to clarify that."[/color] Nico slid his blade carefully back into its sheathe and settled it on his hip. [color=aa0505]"I explicitly said that he should seek a decisive blow. If I've confused you speaking of my experiences with a different blade, I apologize. I would not [i]dream[/i] of interfering with his tutelage as you believe best."

"To that end, gentlemen, I shall leave you to it. I'm sure [i]Lady[/i] Lilia—"[/color] He stressed the word slightly, a hair of irritation at the other man's... Inelegant form of address seeping through. The decorum his mother impressed upon him couldn't quiet allow that to pass. [color=aa0505]"Would be willing to discuss her application of arcane matters to swordplay at another time. Excuse me."[/color]

He nodded briefly to Gerard, slightly more stiffly to Fionn, and turned to leave.

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