Servian rode hard into the night, making sure to remain standing in the saddles stirrups, so that his over inflated extremities weren't too badly mashed, and so they mad excellent time. Servian dismounted and stalked directly over to where the tied man was located, his other two Berserker guard's stood post next to the man.<br/><br/>Lanning sneered as Servian closed the distance, "You foul fucking beast....You'll pay for this....Do you hear me, I am nobility, I cannot be treated in such a way! If you have grievance with me, I am entitled to a proper trial....Do you hear me, You Fiend....I see you Servian, I see what others are too blind to see...Your true nature...'Scourge of the Northern Seas' I SEE YOU!" Kennith screamed his hoarse voice until it almost fell apart completely.<br/><br/>Servian didn't say a word, he simply walked right up and planted a clenched tooth kiss directly on Kennith's lips, stopping his hollering and bringing a confused look to the Count's face. Even Servian's men raised a curious eyebrow at the strange greeting, until Servian spoke, his cruel wolf's grin curled up at the corners.<br/><br/>"Taste....taste your lips Lanning....Taste them and tell me what it is you thought you were so familiar with, Kennith....dearest Kennith....Go ahead you yearned for it so bad that you felt the need to bruise my fiance's wrists? KENNITH? Go ahead enjoy it...it will be the last thing you'll ever taste you little weasel!" Servian growled like a rabid dog into Lannings face, waiting for the realization to dawn on the disgraced noble's face.<br/><br/>Servian stood, reaching into the pocket of Lanning's own coat, hoping that in the moonlight that Lanning recognized it; he pulled a dirk out and tossed it on the ground in front of Lanning. "..Kennith, when we were out in the forest earlier this very day, do you know what I spotted...It was Troll Shit....I saw it, but said nothing of it, Somewhere out in these woods, is a troll, and I plan to draw it out into the open...you are my bait....Your choice is to die right here, right now, or you can your chances and make a run for the woods..." Servian finished, drawing his sword and cutting a line down Kennith's chest, nothing serious but enough to draw blood. "Boys, cut him loose..." Servian said holding his sword up, ready in case the fool wanted a dual.