Arathorne dismounted, giving his mount a slap on the rump with his armored palm and goading the beast into following the stablehand who seemed to not dare hold on to the horse's reins. The knight didn't fault him; Vorian was a young, rebellious, aggressive mount, and he would trample the boy flat at the slightest provocation. But the boy had a job to do, and so he let him. The armored knight looked skyward, to have his eyes greeted by the emblazoned symbol of the Fighter's Guild. A rather large one in gold, it seems. This was a good place to be looking for bounties.<br/><br/>Without a second thought, he pushed the door open with one hand, and it boomed open. He stepped into the now silent room, drawing the attentive gazes of several resting and seemingly battle-tested veterans.<br/><br/>Arathorne was undeterred by this sight.<br/>"I am sir Arathorne of Claremont. I am new to these lands, but I would like to say that it is a great honor to be among heroes such as yourselves. I pray to the Lady that you all be successful in your exploits and wish you would do the same for me." With that, he bowed slightly in respect.<br/><br/>The room burst into laughter.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Heroes?!</span>went one man with an eyepatch and a scar over his covered eye, slapping his thigh and nudging one of his mates.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Bloody sycophant!</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The hell's "The Lady?"</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Get out of here!</span><br/><br/>Arathorne was no stranger to people who weren't as respectful as he was, but this, frankly, left him surprised. Still unperturbed, he took a step forward, but two men barged into him, and they looked strong enough to carry him, full plate armor or no. They hoisted him by his arms, back through the door he had just opened, and hurled him out.<br/><br/>He landed rump first onto a wet pile of mud that Vorian had previously trampled over. The men that threw him out slammed the door closed behind them as they went back in, laughing.<br/>Arathorne knew he could take a few insults.<br/>He wasn't quite such a zealous worshipper of the Lady either.<br/>Dirtying his carefully shined armor that he paid for with his own money was unforgivable.<br/><br/>Arathorne got to his feet and strode thunderously toward the door he had just been hurled from, knocking the door open furiously. The door thundered open as wood slammed into stone, knocking dust from the wall loose.<br/><br/>"You bounce back fast,<span style="font-style: italic">ami.</span>" A man said, slapping a hand onto Arathorne's shoulder.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, Arathorne grabbed the man by the back of the head and smashed his forehead into his nose.