>>6334697Indeed, you are right.
>>6334976>>6334980>>6334985Yes, to win they would need ten more inches at least.
>>6335038You decided to tell Bohémond, while you were going into the town of Tradnod and it's blue roofs. Even more blue than those of Rouen, made of slates who looked blue under the sun (in the rare occasion when the weather in Normandy was sunny). The place seemed pleasant and not full of beggars and cutthroats like Briberopolis. The people, even if there were goat-men and demons amongst them, seemed happy and cheering because of the festivities and tournaments and you were taken yourself by such joy surrounding you. Here a cagot offered some apples to a kid. At another place a merchant embellished his shop with small bright flags to show how festive was the day. A solid man helped an hold woman carry some burdens, it was heartwarming to see such kindness. So it was in a merry mood that you entered the fortress of white stone that served as the Duchess's home. It was a powerful castle with two rows of walls, but the inside had gothic windows, too much windows in fact and you supposed that many an assailant could take the dungeon, who was more a place to live by than a true and solid fortress able to defend you if the enemy breaches the walls.
You entered the halls of the castle and were quickly led by a female servant, probably some handmaiden of the duchess, with luscious dark blonde hair and eyes full of life, to the appartments of the regent. Probably he did not want to trouble the young duchess with a matter of duelling and wanted to hear you. You were separated from your councilors, even Bohémond who was one of the interested parties. On one side it was intimidating, on the other side you were just meeting the regent of a Duke. Something glorious indeed. The regent, Behinthethron, that was introduced by it's servant, seemed tall and gaunt, even for an indian Guelph, he was dressed in white and gold in the strange not very virile clothing of the guelphs. He had a very long hair that added to his lack of manliness, but his blue eyes had the same spark of intelligence that you saw in Oldfossil. You bowed of course, telling him.
-Monseigneur.
He answered you with politeness.
-Lord Charles.. De Villeroi isn't it ? You are welcome, please, take a seat.
He clapped in his hands and a guelph with a pichet full of wine served you in two goblets, you took a seat, thanking him, and told you.
-I must understand that you plan to duel ? Against Tordek Tordeksson, the dwarf. He already explained that he had two knights behind him. And that you had too. I will be sincere and direct, I do not wish for this duel to take place.
-But your lordship...
-Think of the little sister of our Duchess ? Does she wishes to see blood drawn and quarrels at her birthday festivities. Plus the reason is absolutely stupid. The dwarf told that you mocked his battle ram and then menaced to eat it.
