>>5162424>>5162480>>5162635>>5162793Seeing the fun in this situation, you decide to have some fun and order, to the hilarity of your men.
-Let us look at this daughter, if she is really so ugly we shall let the young man go !
The laughs of your men make the peasants furious and the father of the girl says.
-B... B... But my lord... We are on baronial lands, you can not...
Bohémond cuts him off.
-Bring your daughter before we chop your tongue and whip you senseless for disrespecting monseigneur Charles.
Oldfossil tries to whisper to you.
-My lord, I do not know if we may do it legally speaking.
But you reassure him, answering.
-Do not worry, I will take the full responsibility of this Oldfossil. And be quick, peasant, I do not have all the day.
The peasants reluctantly agree, in fear of your spearmen. And Fop begins to explain to you, while you are here.
-Thank you my lord, but understand, understand, I am a young man, I have a life of adventure to live before settling down, I want to see the world, not be some peasant. Do not be harsh with me, I see that you are wise and powerful, and well travelled, and that you will support a fellow traveller ! Isn't it ?
You simply look at him and raise an eyebrow, he was a peasant, so not a "fellow" of some kind. But you decided to let the peasants bring the daughter before taking a decision. You waited for some time on your horse, while your men took bets. Finally the father returned with his daughter, a small brunette lady who has a face maybe a bit too fat but was not half as ugly as some women that you saw, she even has a certain charm. Of course Fop was a man who talked well and who was probably able to hit far higher but if he stopped to seduce this kind of girl it probably meant that he was a fine lover of women and believed that quantity was as important as quality. You could not blame him, it was a good mentality, even if it earned you not an insignificant amount of penances from the Church. You looked at the young lady who seemed a bit humiliated to be judged like it, and the father who looked at Fop sternly.
To be honest she seemed to be able to bear children and will probably be pregnant. She said to you, sobbing.
-M.. My Lord... he promised me marriage, I would have never... He said that he planned to move to the capital with me and...
Her father silenced her with a patriarchal backhand.
-Silence ! You have dishonoured our family enough ! I want a marriage ! And if this scum does not marry my daughter I will beat him and strangle him with my bare hands ! And if you ever call my daughter ugly again I will cut your virility and throw it to an ogre !
Funny expression, you thought. But Fop tried to defend himself, saying.
-My Lord, I was drunk, of course I promised a lot of things. I would not have dishonoured this lady if I was not under the influence of dwarven ale.
What do you say ?
