My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
Equuleus was a little more discrete than Ser Greyheart in his threats when he spoke out from behind the small clay squire. "Contain yourself or be contained! You will not assault your superiors without repurcussion."
Ser Stanlinsa, however, carried himself as a true high-ranking officer. He didn't even cast a glance towards the three other knights and squire, or indeed anyone. His crisp voice was withering enough. "Nobody is to move an inch until I say otherwise and that is an order." The knight didn't raise his voice beyond a casual, conversational tone. "Ser Greyheart, if you wouldn't mind returning that shield to its proper place... it's not meant for combat purposes and I don't think it should be necessary here." He took one step forwards, finally glanced around the room, if only a cursory one, then spoke up again, announcing "Alright, everyone please take a seat."
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There truly was nothing more in the world that he wanted to do at that moment than run down and pull Ball away, talk some sense, heck, anything. The room was rapidly filling with knights however and the whole incident was quickly blowing out of proportion. Or, he thought so. In truth he had absolutely no idea what was happening or why; doubtless if he tried to throw himself into the fray as well, he'd end up causing more trouble than good. For all he knew, Imass deserved it. To earn such fury from Ball meant that was likely true, though what exactly he'd done all those years ago before this disappearance was something he'd hopefully learn from this briefing anyway.
All he could hope for was that it'd work itself out, now. When they were eventually allowed to move again, both arms folded behind his back and he took a step to the right, standing in one of the spots for the long table, in an attempt to look as upstanding as possible. "Ball, come on over here, stand with me." His eyeless head nodded over to the small gap between himself and his neighbour. At least if he stood as far away as possible from Imass, kept himself between his fellow Pycon squire and the other Akalak, and prevented any further assault, perhaps they could together salvage what little dignity there was to be had and avoid being kicked under the Captain's boot.