Ple-Sen
- Hmm, hmm... - Watching the duels of others, the Knight of the Swift Arrow found himself standing next to the Knight of the Onslaught. - You know, for some reason I have this feeling that I'm not welcome here. Strange, I never considered myself suspicious, but I can't shake this feeling.
- Is that so... - Edal Mraksvet tensed up internally, not understanding why one of the tournament participants would want to talk to such an unremarkable knight as himself. Maybe some kind of "prank" is being prepared? - Perhaps the grandeur of today's event is interfering with the accuracy of your perception, my lord?
- Ha-ha, maybe so! Or maybe it's a game of hormones — when there are so many beautiful ladies around, it becomes hard to contain the excitement.
- A-ha-ha... - "Damn damn damn... What should a cool knight say in such situations? Say something vulgar to emphasize his (nonexistent) experience with the fair sex, or on the contrary, take offense at such a remark? - ... Could my lord tell me who excites him the most? - "Dammit, what am I asking (may my ancestors forgive me for the cursing)... Curse my tongue."
- That's not an easy choice, but probably the pair from Olivus. They seem just as soft and juicy as a peach.
- ... An interesting comparison.
- And who do you favor more than the others?
- Uh-uh, me?
- Yep.
- Well... Uh... - The Knight of the Onslaught's eyes began to dart nervously across the gathered crowd in search of an answer; he closed his eyelids and simply pointed his finger at a random target. - Her!
- O-oh... What an unexpected choice! Your soul is full of courage, friend! Not everyone would dare to pick the Mantis!
- Huh? What... N-no... I mean... I didn't... It's...
- Ahaha, you're something else! Respect!
- ...
This was yet another of the many stories of misunderstanding in the life of the Knight of the Onslaught.
And yet Alaria thanked him for the duel and even praised him! Eh, no appreciation!