A public beating

A quiet afternoon in Shadowdale.

The Dread Knight walks out of the barracks, he seems quite angry and in a foul mood. As he approaches the fire, he decides to verbally assault his inferiors, laughing cruelly at their annoyance.

A female bard makes the mistake of chiming in. "this bard will remember to sing a song about that."

The Dread Knight turns to her and motions to Lendrick. "Vanguard, fine her 1500 gold fer mouthin' off t' authority."

Scared, she replies "I don't have that kinda money...."

Justin strolls up, getting right to where she sits at the fire. Sliding his axe away, he chuckles... The unleashes a devastating haymaker of a punch to her face. She screams in pain, toppling off the bench.

The Dread Knight is in a better mood.

"Dumbarse..."

As the blow struck, Ticla was thrown backwards with a terrifying scream, end rolled over the ground several times. Slowly getting up, her face was battered. Yet, her emerald green eyes peered a silent resentment towards the tirant that didnt wait for her to pay the fine.

Her body shaken, dress torn by her fall, Ticla the Skald still stood tall. A voice silent, eyes speaking more words than a single sentence could contain.