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Jul. 29th, 2015 02:01 pmJarl Borg stands in his front hall and Rollo wishes he would leave. He is done with Jarl Borg's words. The other man either ignores his flat stare or doesn't care, choosing instead to help himself to ale; though he does pour a cup for Rollo as well. "Your brother gives with one hand and takes with the other." Borg says with a glance toward Rollo. "How many times must you suffer his injustices?"
Rollo doesn't answer, instead tuning his fidla.
"If only you had stayed strong, we would have overcome." Borg continues, coming over to the fire where Rollo sits and gesturing to the chair Rollo has his feet perched upon. Giving in to hospitality, Rollo moves his feet and sits taller. "And now he does with you as he wished. It is terrible to witness the state into which you have fallen - You, Rollo, the greatest warrior."
Rollo carefully sets the fidla aside and asks, far too casually, "What do you want?"
"Abandon your brother for good." Borg whispers, leaning forward with a cunning gleam in his eye. "You will never be anything here." He continues, with a shake of his head, before turning to pick up his cup. Before he drinks, he puts it down again as if just thinking of something. "Why would you stay? What can you find?"
Leaning back in his chair and lifting his chin, Rollo replies, "Myself."
"Yourself?" Borg repeats with a hissing laugh. "Yourself," he repeats again and slaps Rollo's leg as if it were a joke. "If you want to find yourself…"
Rollo smiles broadly, twisting a little in his seat, before he lashes out and punches Jarl Borg in the face, knocking both the Earl and his chair flat onto their backs.
Stunned and shocked, Jarl Borg stares up at Rollo. "You're a fool." He says and spits his blood upon the floor as he picks himself up.
"Yes," Rollo agrees with a nod of his head. "But someday I hope to be wise."
Rollo doesn't answer, instead tuning his fidla.
"If only you had stayed strong, we would have overcome." Borg continues, coming over to the fire where Rollo sits and gesturing to the chair Rollo has his feet perched upon. Giving in to hospitality, Rollo moves his feet and sits taller. "And now he does with you as he wished. It is terrible to witness the state into which you have fallen - You, Rollo, the greatest warrior."
Rollo carefully sets the fidla aside and asks, far too casually, "What do you want?"
"Abandon your brother for good." Borg whispers, leaning forward with a cunning gleam in his eye. "You will never be anything here." He continues, with a shake of his head, before turning to pick up his cup. Before he drinks, he puts it down again as if just thinking of something. "Why would you stay? What can you find?"
Leaning back in his chair and lifting his chin, Rollo replies, "Myself."
"Yourself?" Borg repeats with a hissing laugh. "Yourself," he repeats again and slaps Rollo's leg as if it were a joke. "If you want to find yourself…"
Rollo smiles broadly, twisting a little in his seat, before he lashes out and punches Jarl Borg in the face, knocking both the Earl and his chair flat onto their backs.
Stunned and shocked, Jarl Borg stares up at Rollo. "You're a fool." He says and spits his blood upon the floor as he picks himself up.
"Yes," Rollo agrees with a nod of his head. "But someday I hope to be wise."
