"I had prying eyes following everyone of note during the battle. In case, you know, the dragon decided to ignore me like it did and go after the leader of the town, or assault the clerics to prevent any chance of us winning.<br/><br/>I was rather surprised, actually. I thought he was going to continue suffering in silence like some sort of bad and cliche bard's tale until I beat some sense into him and threatened to turn him into a newt unless he proposed. But I guess instead of offering my good wishes, before going off to assault the final enemy fortress, you will have to wait until we get back. IF we get back at all. They have a blue dragon in there, and in enclosed areas a dragon is particularly nasty.<br/><br/>But that isn't why I used a spell to talk to you. What do you want? You obviously have SOMETHING you want to snap at me along with everyone else, since you and everyone else in the room seems to be glaring at me when they think I can't see them. I would think that they would be happy we won, not glaring at the mage that did a lot more than he had to in order to win, including handing out equipment from my fallen comrades to ensure you people didn't join them."<br/><br/>His anger was up, and while he knew it wasn't her fault that everyone was suspicious of him, it was his fault due to his inability to think things through. He took a deep breath, as he forced himself to eat a few bites, before abruptly excusing himself from the table, and leaving the 'celebration'. He paused in one of the parks, and then spoke again to Lady Tredora. "My apologies. You are not at fault, and my anger was unjustly directed at you. But I hate being stared at by a crowd."