[Right. Details. Status report. If the accent was different it'd be like Melisende was somewhere out of sight as he peers around another corner and makes his way out into the night.

Please continue to ignore the Orlesian yelling from behind and above. There's a lot of it, it's rude, Yngvi doesn't even have that many relatives to curse so whatever Emeric, you're wasting your breath.]

Took a fist to the face. A fist like a hammer. Not a forge hammer but a proper war-hammer of a fist, didn't think lords hit like that but well, I do now. A badge of honour. Matches the dress I wasn't allowed to take. [No one knows how fetching he would've looked.] Drank about three men's worth of brandy? But that's not even an injury, that's just impressive.