Wolfram's gaze holds steady with Vernasus. Even for one who normally avoids conflict where possible, one doesn't serve the Knights without backbone, nor end up where Wolfram has if they can be intimidated. Calmly, he takes a spoonful of stew before speaking levelly at the man before him. "Yes, and I suppose whatever happens Brother Valetni will claim you started it somehow. What would you have me do, drag you both around by the ears and punish you like children? You are both full Brothers of the Temple, not bickering old women putting ink in each other's tea to spite one another. So act like it. If you are unable to settle this like you should, then I<i>shall</i>have you dragged before me like children, and if it does not end with one of you working in the kitchens for a year after every meal to teach the lessons of humility you should have grasped as dedicats, it will come to one of you going on pilgrimage. Or both, if you are equally unwilling to compromise."<br/><br/>Nodding to himself, Wolfram takes another bite of stew. "Now. I<i>highly</i>recommend you take that sheet -I apologize but I myself don't have any clothes that would fit you- find some proper clothes and locate Brother Devlin to see if he cannot calm your skin, and then see about settling this affair before this truly gets out of hand. Not all is right in the temple, I was serious about that last night. But if the both of you continue to cause a pointless ruckus it will only delay what actions might be done." The look on Wolfram's face is suitably grave for his ending words. At least until he takes another bite of stew, nodding to himself. "I'd also suggest some breakfast. The stew is quite good this morning."