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[Taricus]

"Very well my liege. Now, I need to pay an honourless cur his due."

Soon, the Blauritter was on the march again, obtaining a longsword along the way before arriving at the Arborvent's table.

"Hey Edgard."

[Kestrel_6]

"Time to do something stupid"

Return to Northwatch, and seek Renart for assisstance

((Alright, travel takes no time, so I guess it's time to pop in.))

As you approach the familiar entrance of the Northwatch keep, making sure to dust off any signs of battle off your wear, a familiar guard stops you.

"Halt! Reason for attend-"

She lowers her visor and squints at the man before her before bowing and lowering her spear.

"Ah, forgive me for asking. You've returned from your visit to our Selenid friend, Agent?"

"Lets just say... bandits soured the plan. Is Lord Renart in?"

[Tiruin]

"Lets just say... bandits soured the plan. Is Lord Renart in?"

The guard takes note of the lack of a companion and the tidyness of Karas' body, particularly unscathed for one who may have met bandits.

"We've lost a man, then? Ugh, my report won't draw in any interest...

"And unfortunately not. The Marquis is unavailable at the moment -- gone off to help a fellowman in a hunt, so I've heard, so you're out of luck, Agent...I suppose the bandits made off with the horse, too?"

[Ardas]

As soon as Ursa left Albert's side, Elise seized the occasion.

She approached him, but did so from the side, innocently, as to appear that she walked into him by chance.
"Ah, My lord, here you are. I believe that we didn't get the chance to get well acquanited last time we saw each other. Are you perhaps looking for a partner... to dance?"


A fair distance away from the pair, Edgard noted the approach of Ursa.

Ah, my lady Ursula. Are you looking for a dance partner? Was His Majesty pleased with your performance or did he get bored? Don't mind if I assume the latter, since you are standing here. As for the sword you are wielding, I'm afraid it won't be of much use. I'm not familiar with any of the Duluk sabre dances.
Edgard had his trademark sly smile plastered firmly on his face. He enjoyed poking this particular bear.

[Dwarmin]

As soon as Ursa left Albert's side, Elise seized the occasion.

She approached him, but did so from the side, innocently, as to appear that she walked into him by chance.
"Ah, My lord, here you are. I believe that we didn't get the chance to get well acquainted last time we saw each other. Are you perhaps looking for a partner... to dance?"

"That is indeed my duty and pleasure tonight, Lady Elise. I would be honored to lead you on the dance floor. I find women with that perfect blend of supreme grace and dexterity to be very attractive." He said with a smile.

He looked around-most people seemed to be slow dancing, perhaps not wanting to seem to outdo the King.

"Shall we test ourselves then, and show this crowd something to remember?"

Action: Albert leads Elise to dance, taking the difficulty up a notch-seeing if she keep up with a quicker, faster dance.

[Taricus]

Of course, Edgard had seemily forgotten both his common sense and the first rule when one deals with bears: Do not make them angry. Of course, if he had simply forgotten, the sharp pain of a gauntlet hitting his face would be a perfect reminder. If not, the tip of the blade at his neck would've done perfectly.

"Honourless cur, I demand satisfaction from you insulting my honour. I henceforth challenge you to a duel, right here and now."

[Ardas]

Edgard dropped his smile. He remained calm and collected, but he spoke with low, cold voice.
"My duchesse Ursa, allow me to explain to you, because you seem to forget. We are under king's peace now. To disturb it is means heavy fines and imprisonment. Besides, I see no reason to duel with you. This feast is the first time I see you in person without a helmet. You have no grounds to challenge me, so I am free to refuse without loss of face on my behalf. Therefore I advise you to drop your tone and drop your sword, lest you be arrested by bravos for disturbing this feast."

[adwarf]

Sneak into the fortress by climbing the walls.

[Taricus]

Ursa replied, but not with standard Adranic...

"I guess there really is no spine in that worthless mass of lard that could be considered your body, and no martial mettle to back up your reputedly dull wit. You are not worth any noble's time, much less mine. I suggest you leave now with what honour you have, southern traitor, lest you lose it over your loose tongue. Raphenai and Liodnya curse your soul to the depths of the void."

One one swift motion, Ursa had swung her sword about, taking off what little beard he had, and sheathing the blade before walking off, head held high.

It wasn't long before she saw one of the arborvent sisters dancing with the king. Revenge has many forms, but those could wait...

((Ursa pocketed the beard, just for bookkepping's sake.))

[Ardas]

Edgard remain unmoved, although one could see a glint of anger in his eyes. He made his hand into a fist, but relaxed after a moment.
"I am most grateful for milady's magnanimity in dealing with this loathosome "cur" that has insulted you. But next time, please adhere to civilities of the court. Only ruffians and peasants tend to insult each other and provoke assault while being guests under their liege's roof.

He smirked and turned to to other guests. He stood up and with a theatrical gesture he began speaking aloud.
"And she even kept a lock of my hair! Truly, she must be in love with me! Or maybe she is a witch? What could she intend to do with that poor facial hair of mine? a foul curse, or a love potion? Ah, fair lady, do not leave without my nose hair, or the hair in my pants! You will need those if you really need to prepare a curse on me!"

He then raised a goblet.
A toast to Duchesse Ursula! Or Duc Ursa, however you like it. Because I'm sure she likes it both ways!

[Dragor23]

Theor was mostly in the background of the festival, wooing with minor knight daughters and eating, but like everyone else he watched now the drama between Edgard and Ursa.


...Well, no one could deny that Arbovent had indeed a sharp tongue. " I could accustom with royal festivities when this happens every time..." , he chuckled to himself silently and drank from his goblet after he raised it to accompany Edgards toast.

[Dwarmin]

The King was about to lead Elise into a spin when he heard commotion behind him-the hiss of a blade, sharp gasps, and the sarcastic ranting of Edgard. He recovered quickly enough, but it had caught him off guard-had hadn't even seen what happened, clearly, but Edgard was looking cleanly shorn-and Ursa was looking at the dancing pair with a look of revenge in her eyes...

Yeh Gods! Why tonight, he wondered. He was aware-painfully aware-that most people's gaze was immediately drawn from Edgard...to him. They all wanted to know how the King would handle this. More than any, King William and Charles-they were older, more experienced. And they would judge him, and all of Windheath, on his reaction.

He motioned for Elise to stand back. "Forgive the interruption, my dear, I'll be back in a moment." he said audibly.

...

He spoke to them both.

"Duchesse Ursula. Duc Arborvent.

There are certain rules which must be observed in another mans home and castle. Tonight, they have been broken, and by my right as King, I am placing you both under custody until the truth can be determined.

You will both allow yourselves to be escorted to the Aerie-you will stay there until I see fit to speak to you both, and we will get to the bottom of this. Be thankful I will not add further dishonor, by asking you to relieve yourselves of your weapons-someone has done that quite enough for tonight.

This is an order from your King-not the request of a friend." Albert said. There was no humor in his voice.

Bravo's melted from the shadows to take the pair into custody, blades and smiles winking in the chandelier light. It's not every night they get to have this much fun.

[Ardas]

"I can't resist Your Majesty's order. I will only say this: I apologise humbly to all of our guests, both the countrymen and our foreign guest. I just can't resist a good word fight, it get my juces flowing better than a sword fight."

Edgard removed a small dagger form his belt and handed it over to the closest bravo. he had no other weapons with him. He then allowed himself to be led away by the guards to the Aerie.

[Taricus]

"Very well mi'liege." Ursa turned to the two bravos escorting her next, speaking to them. "Right, lead on." Ursula bowed her head afterwards, not in shame, but in prayer, though whom she was praying to was known only to her...

Afterwards, being deposited in her "Cell" (If it could be called that, it was far better funished than a dungeon cell comparatively), Ursula called in one of the guards. "You, I need this delivered to the king. It is of an important matter to the king, and deliver it soon."

Your highness.

I humbly request you come to my "Cell", There's a few things I want to talk about (And a couple of thing I wish to apologize about.)
Your faithful servant, Duc Ursula Emanhild of Spirituaser, Blauritter of the court of Atemheide.

[Deny]

Galhard was sitting to the side, amazing party going on here, such a shame he was only interested in talking to the king, but might as well allow the king to have his fun, he'll ask him after the feast/dance/party or whatever the nobles called it nowdays, he never liked them

Wait for the feast to finish, then talk to the king