Oh, Hi Mark. A Not-So-Savary Welcome.

On THIS night, a THOR'S DAY of whatever moon THIS is,

Ser Victor and myself were sitting, in general, unsociable silence, as he drank, when a ser Trevayne came upon us, boasting a duelist hat and pleasant disposition. The two were clearly acquainted, but most assuredly not in a good way, as ser Victor said ser Trevayne had an ugly mug and vaguely hinted at some insult toward the Duelist Society, which ser Trevayne would hear none of. He stepped to ser Victor, and notified him that he was right there if he had some big words to say to him.

Ser Victor shoved Trevayne from his personal space, asking if he wanted a kiss or something, and called ser Trevayne a small, female dog. Probably a chihuahua, I'm guessing. Ser Trevayne wasn't having it, and went to backhand ser Victor, issuing a challenge. However, ser Victor lifted his hand to block the strike and they both ended up sort of holding hands, but not in a romantic way. They then engaged in more grunting and stumbling, and punching each other. Clearly they had had enough of each other's faces.

I called out for some help, and sera Aleysia and ser Jeffery came into the hall to offer aid. By this point, some blood was slung about. Ser Jeffery didn't seem very concerned, since this is probably normal for these two? However, ser Trevayne insisted that this be handled appropriately, as they continued to smash each other with masculine vigor.

Both men were showing remarkable stamina and prowess with their fists. However, after a bit more fist swinging, ser Victor shoved ser Trevayne back and said it was fine if they got out their swords. Their real ones. After they put their metaphorical ones away. Ser Victor stated he was not a fan of 'bitchslap stuff' and has a phobia of birds. Sera Aleysia posed, reasonably, that there were seconds a witness, and optional sanction. Ser Jeffery returned, no Watch in tow, which is good, because they seemed to be sorting it out better by that point. Within mere moments, a bunch of Army members sauntered in, while ser Victor postulated on how ser Trevayne liked 'it'. (On his back, was the assumption.)

Things took a weird, non-combative turn and then everyone started socializing, which then turned the focus back to a duel so ser Victor could, 'shut his (Trevayne's) smug face'.  On our way to the practice hall, ser Victor began looking for love with Mistress Rikka, who was dressed very nicely and then offered to serve as his second. Ser  Victor decided on no terms, stating public apologies were for little girls and he was going to use his big, great sword. Ser Trevayne insisted that ser Victor recant his insult to the Duelists by suggesting they give dogs bones.

Mistress Rikka and ser Jeffery served as seconds, approving the weapons and terms, ser Victor entering combat with the mighty, but woefully unattended great big sword, and ser Trevayne engaging with a dagger and rapier. The two fought fiercely, but ser Victor ultimately came out on top, while ser Trevayne's elbow did not fare as well. A skilled Doctor was on hand to ensure that ser Trevayne didn't lose his arm and the matter was considered honorably concluded.

In the Interest of Normal Life Events,
Patience Penelope Strange

[You see an all right sketch of the practice hall, with many figures, none of them with faces exactly. A pair of masculine figure sketches in the center with swords at the ready and a blur of crowded people watching.]