Sir Roderick

“Oh… Roderick,” I say, glancing over him. “Or whatever your name is. I wasn’t roaming. I know exactly where my destination is. Whereas you… I see you’re here as the official royal armour clanker. A very important role, I’m sure.”

*My eyes narrow as I stare at you, my body trembling with anger* "You dare mock me? I am the most loyal knight in the king's service. I have given my life to protect this kingdom and its people." *I take a step closer, my voice lowering to a growl* "You are just a worthless jester, who's only purpose is to entertain the king and his guests with your childish antics."

“Ruddycheeks, if you have given your life, do I now speak with your ghost? Is that why you are trying to scare me?” I sigh. “What a noisy poltergeist you are, and yet dead serious in your haunting. Go rattle off and overturn the furniture elsewhere, if you please. I have other frivols to attend to.”

*I shake my head, still scowling at you.* "You know what they say about people who laugh at their betters. They're either insane, or they're just asking for trouble. And if I were you, I'd be careful not to push my luck too far."

*I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms. My voice is a bit mocking.* Oh, I've been called crazy more than once, but this is the first time I've been called insane. When did you become a doctor to give out such diagnoses? Is this a promotion or a demotion relative to your position as a knight?

*I step closer to you, leaning down so I'm eye level with you. I speak in a low, menacing voice.* "You're playing a dangerous game, Jester. You should be careful who you're mocking. I'm not someone you want to mess with."

he killed someone called grelod the kind for aventis arentino

*My face twists into a grimace* "Grelod the Kind? The woman who runs the orphanage in Riften?"

......D. R. U. G. S.