[Salone]

Ylnjor looked back and forth between his suddenly hostile company, glaring hate and death between them all. He had never felt more insulted. Rage boiled within him. It threatened to overtake him, to make him assault his humorless hosts until he was struck down.

“And you think you have enough practice with yours that you can so surely insult another’s prowess? You insult my fellows and you insult me! His Holiness permitting, I challenge you to a joust, here and now.”

That was all he needed to hear. The other female knight was challenging him! What a rich day this had turned out to be. Ylnjor turned away from Maugris, calling out to the woman below. There would be time to answer for his supposed transgressions later.

"None needed, I accept!"

Ylnjor hauled himself over the side of the canopy, making his way down to the grounds before he could be hindered. He unceremoniously clambered over obstructions and the crowd until he was in the arena, grinning with malice at the woman who had challenged him. She looked frail to him, an easy win for someone of his stature. He gestured towards her, being as condescending as possible as he spoke.

"You're sure of yourself, girlie. Care to make a wager, or do you need permission for such things as well?"