@museinmultitudes mentioned despotbled in a post “[@despotbled] The young noble smirked at Saber in the small Askran...”
Saber scowled.
Bad enough he’d ended up in some land he didn’t know, obliged to fight for some war he didn’t care about. Now he had to deal with people thinking they could just stride up to him whenever they wanted. He sighed heavily. This was worse though. He didn’t know who this brat was, but he wasn’t particularly interested in the information he was freely sharing.
“Must not have a good source if you think I’m a pirate.” He replied. His posture was casual, easy, but his hand resting on the hilt of his sword was a clear warning. “I’ve sailed, but I’m not one for pillaging, lad.”
“As for why I left, doubt a brat like you knows any of what the rough of Rigel is like, so why don’t you go crawling back to your nursing and keep your nose outta places it doesn’t belong in.”
Berkut growled, getting up in the man’s face now. Before, he was just having a bit of fun at the older man’s expense. But no one got to talk to him with such blatant disrespect without being reminded of their place.
“You have a funny way of speaking to your future king, peasant,” he spat venomously. “It’s funny how all of you filthy swine like to speak as if nobility knows no hardships -- as if I haven’t had to train every day since I was born to be the man that I am now! Someone worthy of leading his people with the strength to defend his lands if need be.”
He jammed his finger into Saber’s broad chest, still fuming. “I’ll not be lectured by some lowlife scoundrel who simply ran away the second things got too hard for him to enjoy bountiful meals and countless orgies south of Rigel’s border! I stayed and fought for my country, and what did YOU do?! You SICKEN me!”
