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Nogrod · 06-15-2011, 02:33 PM

Lord Athanar looked at Thornden in both disbelief and disappointment. Listening to Thornden's points he had shrunk back in his chair and had just looked both old and weary, but with Thornden's last words he got angry and very much alive. Suddenly he rose up and looked at Thornden straitght into the eye, his eyes flaming now.

"I hope you had left that last sentence back behind your teeth young man!" he said aloud, standing tall. There was no chance people around them wouldn't have noticed the incidence even if they hadn't heard the previous discussion between the two.

Lord Athanar was drawing breath deeply through his nostrils without letting his piercing eyes off Thornden. Wynflaed tried to calm him taking his hand and giving him a praying look. Most eveyone around them held their breath.

"Don't go anywhere, seneschal. That's an order! I need to..." for a moment he looked like he was rushing away but ended up looking uncertain as to how to proceed realising the people around having their eyes and ears open for what he was about to say. He was clearly having second thoughts now. Not the least because of his wife

Suddenly, and to the surprise of the people at their table, lord Athanar took his dagger from his belt and placed it beside his goblet. After glancing at Thornden he bent down and produced a short blade from his boot and laid it beside the dagger on the table. After that he stretched back straight and looked at Thornden.

"Just you and me Thornden, outside, we have a few things to iron out... And this cancels my earlier order..." he glanced around the table they had been sitting in to make sure they understood he would have none following them.

Without looking back at Thornden he rushed off the hall halting only for a short while with Coen and ordering him to see that no one came out from the hall trailing them.

06-15-2011, 02:33 PM	#1013
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Thornden & Athanar Lord Athanar looked at Thornden in both disbelief and disappointment. Listening to Thornden's points he had shrunk back in his chair and had just looked both old and weary, but with Thornden's last words he got angry and very much alive. Suddenly he rose up and looked at Thornden straitght into the eye, his eyes flaming now. "I hope you had left that last sentence back behind your teeth young man!" he said aloud, standing tall. There was no chance people around them wouldn't have noticed the incidence even if they hadn't heard the previous discussion between the two. Lord Athanar was drawing breath deeply through his nostrils without letting his piercing eyes off Thornden. Wynflaed tried to calm him taking his hand and giving him a praying look. Most eveyone around them held their breath. "Don't go anywhere, seneschal. That's an order! I need to..." for a moment he looked like he was rushing away but ended up looking uncertain as to how to proceed realising the people around having their eyes and ears open for what he was about to say. He was clearly having second thoughts now. Not the least because of his wife Suddenly, and to the surprise of the people at their table, lord Athanar took his dagger from his belt and placed it beside his goblet. After glancing at Thornden he bent down and produced a short blade from his boot and laid it beside the dagger on the table. After that he stretched back straight and looked at Thornden. "Just you and me Thornden, outside, we have a few things to iron out... And this cancels my earlier order..." he glanced around the table they had been sitting in to make sure they understood he would have none following them. Without looking back at Thornden he rushed off the hall halting only for a short while with Coen and ordering him to see that no one came out from the hall trailing them.