[Suzerain of Sheol]

Joining in the applause, Charlemagne stands and gestures in benediction to his champion as he bows. Seating himself once more, he addresses Ylnjor with a comfortable smile.

"Fierbras brings us great honor, it is sooth. And he is perhaps quicker with a blade than any in my court, though no doubt Roland would contest that claim."

The Emperor takes a hearty swallow from his goblet. A servant is quick to offer Ylnjor a matching cup.

Charlemagne continues,"Mayhap the melee would be more to thine interest, Nord-son? It would please us to see thee prove thy prowess among the flower of France's chivalry."

With another hearty laugh, Ogier adds, "Aye. I'd be keen to test you myself, Ylnjor. I shall even set aside my dear friends," he pats the hilts of Curtana and Sauvagine sheathed at his hips, "and fight with mortal steel. There is honor in this, no?"