It seemed that between Ethirdir's comments and Hani's, Sir Doryn finally took the hint! When he fell to his knees and looked up at her with what she saw as genuine contrition. Begging her forgiveness, and admitting to all his foolishness prior to tonight. Now Hani was about to say something, like how they were both guilty of misunderstandings, as Ethirdir pointed out. But she was not to be given the chance, as her father, Sirus Silverthorn, walked in the door.<br/><br/>Now on the surface, it looked odd. Hani holding the Elf's hands and Doryn on his knees begging. Hani blushed scarlet as she turned to face her father. Now, she could have explained, that they were just settling a minor argument and all was well. But then Doryn had to continue! Even addressing Sirus and apologizing to him of dishonor! Hani gasped as his words flew. Doryn made it sound ten times worse than it had been.<br/><br/>"--get off the floor, you damned chill-hearted bastard," Hani's father said, so strongly-- and gruffly,-- that Doryn did just that. Though the Northman's actual demeanor changed but a little, even though part of him realized that he'd probably overdid it a little. Still, that was who he was, and it wouldn't be the first time that his antics had gotten him in trouble. "Now, my dove, what exactly does Sir Aelland mean when he says that he dishonored you? Should I be getting my Ax? I rather hope not. I'd rather not find a new provider for our wine."<br/><br/>"Father, it is not like that!! I am still your chaste daughter! Doryn and I had a slight cultural clash is all. A misunderstanding that led to him getting inappropriate with me and also with Mercy. He has apologized and I accept that heartfelt plea." She turned to Doryn, a warning in her eyes. "Sir Doryn, you are forgiven. We will finish our wine and go our separate ways for this evening." She smiled at him then, a look of compassion in her eyes now. Whether he meant it or not, she would find out later.<br/><br/>Hani cleared her throat and let go of Ethirdir's hands, to face her father once more. "Father, this fine Elf noble, Ethirdir, has graciously invited Doryn and myself to dine at his home. He has also stepped in to bring peace between us. He is a gentleman and also a very good dancer!"