Karl Ritter
Ghoul
- Jun 5, 2008
- 110
Phillibert eyed the stranger suspiciously, his swordhand on the pommel of his blade.
Tybald on the other hand, still in the saddle nodded briefly to the stranger,
his words overflown by the Bretonnian accent: "Greetings monsieur. I am afraid I stand
as puzzled as you at the Imperial way of cordiality." Tybald eyed the men from top to
bottom slowly. "I may assume you are a guest seeking an audience as well then?"
But it was not a question, but a fact he stated. Tybald turned his gaze back at the gate.
"I wonder myself wether we should scream for attention or prepare a battering ram."
Tybald gigled softly, a high pitched gigle that seemed more commonheard from a child.
The vampire turned back to face Viktor. His face stern and polite, a curl of a courtious
smile curling on his lips. "I am Tybald de Lusigny, lord of Chinon, chevalier de dragon de sang.
And who has the honour of being presented my name monsieur?"
Tybald on the other hand, still in the saddle nodded briefly to the stranger,
his words overflown by the Bretonnian accent: "Greetings monsieur. I am afraid I stand
as puzzled as you at the Imperial way of cordiality." Tybald eyed the men from top to
bottom slowly. "I may assume you are a guest seeking an audience as well then?"
But it was not a question, but a fact he stated. Tybald turned his gaze back at the gate.
"I wonder myself wether we should scream for attention or prepare a battering ram."
Tybald gigled softly, a high pitched gigle that seemed more commonheard from a child.
The vampire turned back to face Viktor. His face stern and polite, a curl of a courtious
smile curling on his lips. "I am Tybald de Lusigny, lord of Chinon, chevalier de dragon de sang.
And who has the honour of being presented my name monsieur?"