Inn Confrontation[OPEN]

[Brandeles Silverwood]

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"Welcome to Camelot, lads." Brandeles lowered his ranger cowl as the rest of his hooded rangers follow him from behind. The ranger captain stands in front of the city's gate, look upon to the blue skies and the bright sun with a smile across his face. "... It's good to be back home," Brandeles think in his mind and turned his attention to his rangers, beckoned them to follow him. Together, the rangers enter the city together.

It's been 8 years that Brandeles left Camelot, he leaved his noble life behind in order to be trained as a ranger and now, he finally returned. Camelot is still busy as ever, Brandeles's eyes gaze at the market and the people. At first he wants to visiting his father and brother but Brandeles put his rangers to his priority; it was a long journey and they deserved a good rest. Not far in front of their location, the rangers saw an inn which named "Inn of Golden Swan".

Brandeles opened the door, lead his rangers into the inn. Inside there, Brandeles saw many commoners alike on their tables with their harsh but heartily laughter. Socializing or gossiping, Brandeles ignored the noises and proceed towards the counter with his rangers.

"Look who's here, the rangers from Balor Woods!"

Voice of annoyance and sarcasm were heard from behind, the rangers look their back and saw a group of Camelot Army archers with their leader. Brandeles know the archer's leader, he pats on one of his rangers' shoulder and face the leader. "Come to criticize my rangers, Devlian?" the ranger captain crossed his arms onto his chest while his rangers look at their nemesis with disdain, as if they ready to fight them in fists. "Of course not, but about you of course.... Brandeles, son of Haringoth." the archer leader shrugs with his sly smirk. ".... Me?" Brandeles narrowed his eyes as he puzzled about the archer's leader.

"Your elder brother Alandres, take his path as a knight and he is your father's favored son while you, lived your life as a low-commoner and ranger. Your brother spends his time in battle but what about you? Often spends your time by hunting in the woods, along with your woodsmen?"

The archers burst into sarcastic laughter, one of his ranger decide to take his stand against the archers but Brandeles hold him and shakes his head. "I have no problems by becoming a ranger, and have no jealously towards my brother who is my father's favored son or becomes a knight." It is true that Alandres becomes a knight while Brandeles becomes a ranger, but their bondage as brothers were remained unbroken, even death couldn't stop them. "Let's go men, ignore these archers." Brandeles motions his head towards the counter as he turns around

"Perhaps Silverwood shouldn't have you born in the family, as you disgraced your father.... and your late mother."

The ranger captain hold his steps, and turns around to the archer's leader. Brandeles immediately dash towards the leader before his eyes and grabbed his collar, pushed him on the floor violently. The Camelot archers saw and try help their leader but Brandeles's rangers push them onto the walls. Look at Devlian in the eyes, Brandeles draws his dagger out and aims at his throat, "I don't care if you mock me, pour your mug of water onto my head but if you slanders my family's name.... I'll would be glad to plunge this into your throat even though murder will be punished by death." It was his first time that anger controls Brandeles, the commoners and the bartender in the inn were too afraid to stop this confrontation and they hope that someone would stop the archers and the rangers from fight.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

Lancelot had just come in from the training field for some food and drink, this time alone. There had been a comfortable number in the Inn, but it wasn't too crowded. He didn't care much for the company, a set of the royal archers, but if they didn't talk to or bother him, he would oblige them the same. He was about halfway through his meal, when a large group of fairly rough-clad and well worn men came through the entrance. By their appearance he thought these might be some of the Rangers of the Wood that he had heard of from time-to-time.

It was obvious quite quickly that these were indeed those Rangers, just as it became obvious that the leaders of the two groups knew each other quite well, and apparently, not in a friendly way. Initially, the leader of the Rangers seemed to desire to keep the peace between the two groups, the Inn being a public place, and indeed had held back some of his own Rangers. In fact, he went well beyond where Lancelot would have taken. However, when the barbs became personal and family-directed, the leader of the Rangers responded quickly and directly. His powerful Rangers kept the archers at bay, easily, from helping their leader. The arches prowess lay in their instruments of war, and not in their fighting prowess.

The tension in the room felt knee-deep and it was obvious that a deadly melee could break out at any moment, so Lancelot felt that a moment of intervention was at hand. "Damn it all, can't a man at least have some peace for a mid-day meal?" He stood up from his table and brought himself to his full height and unsheathed both long-swords that were were sheathed under his shield that lay across his back. "I don't expect it to mean much to those assembled here, but I think that I should introduce myself. I am Sir Lancelot Du Lac, Knight of Wessex, and Earl of Huntingdon."

"I think both sides here have made their points. The leader of the King's archers had voiced a rather stupid opinion about the family of the gentleman here, and the gentleman Ranger has responded quite magnanimously by giving the Archer leader a choice. I suggest that both sides disengage now, or I will have to make a point of my own, and I guarantee that you don't want me to begin making points with my long-swords. Now, since the Rangers just got here I suggest the archers make the first move, and vacate this lovely establishment. I'm sure that the Crown Prince would not be pleased by the actions of his archers, therefore, I'll choose not to inform him unless you choose not to behave. Now, be good little children, and be off with ya. And I didn't say take your time .... I want to get back to my ale." he said with a smile.