Tristan the Unworthy Knight
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Tristan relaxed slightly, if only a little. "
That's a least a bit of reassurance." He smiled at Beth again. "
I'm afraid I didn't get your na-" All of that tension quickly resurged as two very surprising things happened in quick succession. First, a tiefling entered. Tristan was already shocked enough by that. He'd heard tales of tieflings, but hadn't seen one up close. He barely had any time to register one event before the plainsman walked towards his booth. Tristan began to grab his blade-ready to spring up and try and take him out before he could attack-but he merely wanted to converse...Or so it seemed. "How many of you are there?" The plainsman gestured at Tristan, and then at another warrior. Tristan glared at the plainsman. "
I am not with this man, though I would much rather associate myself with him than your lot." He nodded at Norton.
If this man could help me, we could surely take them out. The warrior looked skilled enough, and Tristan was quite confident in his own abilities. It seemed he would be doing this town a favor by taking them off the streets. Except for the group themselves, surely nobody would miss them.
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What do you want, plainsman? I doubt you wish to converse." Tristan spread his arms out wide. "
I had no quarrel with you up until the moment you threatened me. If you must be so hostile, why don't we step outside?" He grabbed his helmet and pulled it on, fastening the straps as he spoke. "
I wouldn't want any of these innocent people, or this lovely lady," He said, first gesturing around to all the patrons, then moving his arm towards Beth, "
To get hurt!" Tristan looked to Norton. "
You seem like a lawful man. Why not join us? Just to make sure the fight is fair." He was done playing games. Perhaps once he was done with these ruffians, he could get back to drinking fine ale and conversing with that serving girl.
