<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">House of Ostergaard</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Castle Ofertha</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://aidanmoher.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/the-huntress-by-s-ross-browne.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Valkyr Thyra Ekundayo</span></span></div><br/><br/>Thyra had accepted Melina's explanation easily enough as she had a feeling where her snarkiness had stemmed from. She gave a nod of understanding and the two continued their way, easily being let in with Melina's angelic face and soft smile. Thyra couldn't help but give a pitying chuckle to the men who gazed upon the vision that was Melina. Those poor bastards would never be able to hold their own against the young girl, as the power she wielded was just as dangerous as any sword.<br/><br/>Thyra caught the story about Sir Damian and Melina turned to her with a frown,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #008000">"Wasn't he in your board at the tournament? As far as I remember he had been mightily pissed that you got set over him. Well, that's a pity, I would have liked to see you two in a real fight actually, but I guess he is eliminated from the tournament now. He is quite the fighter and as you have been placed over him, I can only imagine how you may look in the arena."</span></span></span>Thyra shrugged her shoulders,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #8040FF"> "He was. But from the sounds of it he is a person who thrives in anger more than anything. It's a shame, though, I had looked forward to fighting him. He seemed to be the only competition out there--the rest of the folk in the tournament are young and foolish. They could very well win, but they are guided by cockiness and the desire for glory. I had thought Sir Damian to be a true warrior, but perhaps I was mistaken. A warrior wouldn't let such things cloud his judgement..." </span></span><br/><br/>Thyra was rather disappointed and the soft express she had held had turned into one of disappointment. She wondered, briefly, if she should visit the man in the dungeons just to hear his side. She hated the thought that such a renowned fighter was locked up over something so senseless. Maybe there was more to the story than they were getting.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #8040FF"> "What a pity..."</span></span>she muttered as she dismounted. She offered Lady Melina help off her horse, and the light girl was easily brought to the ground. She gave a small smile to Melina and thought that if she were to have ever had a daughter, Melina would not have been too terrible. Then again, if Melina had been her daughter, she likely would have turned out vastly different.