[Salone]

Ylnjor erupted in to thunderous laughter as Amélie was wrenched from her mount. He rocked back and forth, clapping his hands together and continuing his horrible cackling at the knight's unfortunate fall. After a moment he brought a hand down on Charlemagne's shoulder, giving him a small shake as he attempted to calm himself.

"Charlemagne, I have seen the error of my ways. This is great sport. Especially if women have such fancies as to compete."

With that he stood up, bringing his hands up to his mouth to shout down at the felled woman.

"Oy, you! Better luck in the kitchens! Let's hope for your husband's sake you can handle a spoon better than you can a lance!"