My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
It was another one of those conversations. The ones that often happened after a long day of patrolling through large areas with nobody else for company.. where everything eventually came out. There simply wasn't anything else to talk about, what was he supposed to do? Ride for bells on end in complete silence? Not a chance. Not that talking ever did anything good for the squirrel, unfortunately. The look plastered over Ser Iros' face explained it all. "You made the poor girl vomit after all of that?" The squirrel nodded, but it was only brief - after all, he could explain himself. Completely and truly.
"I didn't know that humans had a gag reflex!" He didn't seem convinced, and only stared all the longer from atop his literal high horse. "I just wanted to cause a bit of injury, you know.. incapacitate her a little, which is what you're supposed to do in a fight! I gave her a punch in the throat.. and then one in the sternum.. and she stumbled and puked all over the arena in the Fighters' Pits. Nobody really looked very pleased and it left this big puddle--" He stopped because his patron was waving with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. In fact, he looked a little pale as well - which was funny, because it looked a little like pink rather than the deep crimson shade that they usually were. Apparently he'd heard enough too, although the squirrel couldn't be quite sure. The gestures weren't really that obvious. "No, I'm serious.. you could even see these pieces inside - they looked a little bit like mice, but they didn't have a head and there was all this goo around it--"
"That's enough, Squire Archailist!" It wasn't a yell but it was enough to get his point across. The squirrel closed his mouth, but it seemed he'd already pushed the man a little too far. "As a knight, you're expected to hold yourself with a little more.. honour! And you're expected to hold more respect to others in combat, as well as out of combat. It's not just about you - it's about all knights and how they are viewed by the city and by the surrounding cities as well. We are the keepers of Civilization and Peace.. and that means that we must act civilized." He'd heard the speech a thousand times already, each time given to the squire with the same sense of honour and dignity that he continued to uphold above all else.
By this point, he was pretty much drifting in and out of the rant as they wandered along, just keeping enough concentration on their mounts to make sure that neither the huge destrier or the smaller Sykanis dog collided with anything on their way. All he heard were bare snippets of conversation, and even that was too much for the damn squirrel to handle at that point. The one point that really honed in on his mind, however, was when Ser Iros began talking about his history. It was something he always liked to do in a particularly difficult argument - bring out his years of expertise. "I've been around a long time and I've seen these things happening - the Djed Storm and all the attacks on the city. And we wouldn't still be standing here, any of us, if it wasn't for the code that the knights kept themselves to. We are the role models, the elders--"
"Would you just... SHUT UP about it!? He'd had enough of this shyke.
