[EVENT RP] The Reclamation of Tania

[Victor]

Roland couldn't say he was taken aback by Paige's words. The tiny bee sting of a woman's words was less than a scratch on his massive bulwark of pride and honor. Still, he had to keep on his feet with someone so literate. As far as he was concerned, most books were the devil, and unless the writers were warrior-poets, they needed to start doing a few push-ups.

"You wish it was for you," he spat back, childishly. "She's much fairer and much more noble. And she doesn't portend at some wild swordfighting fantasy like a true lady." Roland felt himself clench up as the bulk of people began to approach Paige. It looked like he wasn't about to get his fair share of her attention. What the hell was Paige doing with all of these friends and all of these secrets anyways? And this armor-clad, redheaded goon had the nerve to interrupt him. And this other group of five had the nerve to interrupt again. It was infuriating. What the hell was this little boy doing talking about his friends? And why was he even friends with the big man and the savage girl from the Three Wyverns?

Nothing seemed to make sense. Roland could feel his jaw tightened as the situation deepened into more and more confusing links. It reached its breaking point as soon as the armor-clad goon put his hand on Roland's shoulder.

Roland stiffened and furrowed his brow. "Don't you touch me!" he barked, slapping the man's hand off his shoulder forcefully. "Don't you know who I am?!"

He hopped back, readying his feet and crossing his arms. "What does everyone in this place want with a librarian, anyways?" he asked loudly, pointing to the mass of people congregating around Paige's table.