RP Log with falenas_fop
Who: Sigurd and Euram
When: After Euram's anger during Wyatt's anouncement.
Where: Tavern
Warnings: Wine drinking...seriously, that's it
Sigurd pushed the door to the tavern open, wearing a smile in spite of his mostly unwilling companions protests. He was determined to somehow find something redeemable in this boy and he figured the best way to do so was over drinks. It always worked before, after all. It was either this or an infirmary bed, anyways, and he thought that an injury to the young man would probably just exasperate the situation. "So Euram, what'll it be?"
Euram followed after Sigurd for reasons not entirely known to himself. For some reason the pirate always managed to catch him off guard. This time it was with the word 'friend.' He tried his best to not let any confusion show, and walked into the tavern imperiously. "If they have anything of proper vintage, wine, if not I'll have whatever isn't swill."
"I assure you I am no fend of the harder spirits, and given your distaste of ale, I think I will order ourselves a fine bottle of wine. My treat of course," he said, noting that it would take a good chunk of his infirmary pay to cover it...bother...but better to go for the gusto in this case just to make the man comfortable. He took a seat at a corner booth and motioned for Euram to sit down. "So, what's been on your mind, friend?"
Euram sat in the booth, and made a grand show of his distaste for the tavern. He really saw no problem with the surroundings, but it gave him something to focus on. "On my mind?" he repeated, staring at the table and running a finger along the edge. "I should think that should be obvious. Especially to one that seems to know everything but keep information to themselves."
"Now, now, Euram, no need for low blows here. I've come to you in peace, I should expect you to remember your civility well enough to offer me the same courtesy," he said, giving a nod to the waitress that brought them a wine bottle and two glasses. The bottle had already been de-corked, so he simply poured to glasses and pushed one over to Euram. "I assume it's good if they serve it here."
Euram made no response, but took the offered glass and sipped it testingly. It was not as good as what was in the stores at Rainwall, but nothing in this place could be. "It is beyond expectation," he said and took a larger sip. The normally talkative boy remained quiet, and continued to look everywhere but the booth and the man across from him.
Sigurd's brow twitched a bit but his smile remained. An ice breaker perhaps. "Well, wine tends to be good for the nerves. It's a bit of a luxury for me these days...infirmary workers don't earn quite as much as pirates, I'm sure you understand." he said, taking a sip from his glass. "And you really look like your nerves have worn thin."
"Yes, I was taught the same thing," Euram responded taking another sip from his wine. Salum had always drunk wine at night stating it helped his nerves from the burdens of ruling. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Sigurd was right. "It is hard to keep nerves strong when everyone has made it their business to attack them."
Ah, here it came. The blame game. But he would tolerate it for now. He was hear as a friend, after all. "I'll admit, you are sort of public enemy number one right now...and I also know the whole story...," he said, admitting fully for the first time what Euram had accused him of...with holding the information to begin with.
Euram's expression hardened, and he stared resolutely at the table taking another drink. If he was paying attention to anything he might have noticed how close to empty his glass was already. "Public enemy?" he repeated. "I have done nothing to deserve such a title, and the people instead flock to the side of a murderess."
"Yes, these people do seem to be the accepting sort," Sigurd sighed. "Years ago they admitted a man who's attrocious crimes would have made anyone else in this castle faint, including Sialeeds and our dear Luca Blight. And yet he reformed into a kind hearted family man...still weighted by his previous sins but accepted by this community none the less. It's no wonder they responde so negatively when one of their own is threatened..."
"Again with your stories of Cray!" Euram who had refilled his glass while Sigurd spoke, slammed the bottle back down on the table. "I don't care what others have done! They respond more swiftly to the threat given a murderer than the ones hurt by the acts."
"Such acts were commited well into the past, Euram...history moved on but the Barows family was not forgotten. A successor made the noble family into something respectable after the Sun Rune War and the entire nation prospered in the benevolence of this person," Sigurd stated, though he dropped no particular hints as to whether or not it was Euram or his sister that did so.
"'Made into something respectable'?" Euram realized he was repeating many things tonight, but he couldn't believe he heard them. "What exactly do you mean to imply by that?" His nerves were completely frayed, and he may have been overreacting to what was said. But it sounded like an offense, and that was exactly how he was going to treat it.
"Your family was ruined during the war, Euram. Mostly from your own squabling of funds on several unsuccesful attempts to stop the Prince...but it was saved in the end. Your father's death did not ruin your family...and it most certainly did not ruin you," Sigurd said, his smile still present through his stern words. "I'm just quoting history books here, but...it's all true, as far as I know."
Euram's grip on his glass tightened. He didn't know why he'd followed the pirate here anymore. Had he actually expected that this would help? That his once attacker could become a confidant? He was proven most sorely wrong as Sigurd spouted things he did not want to hear. "If you brought me here to explain what a book that deals in cold facts and nothing else has to say, I will take my leave."
"Actually...I just did that to draw the emotions to the surface...I want to speak to you on more abstract terms...," Sigurd sighed, his smile fading. "Tell me about your father, Euram...please."
For the first time since sitting down Euram actually looked at Sigurd. "Why do you want to know? Your history books leave a gap you want filled in?"
"No, I simply want to understand you better...I want to know more about what makes you who you are, Euram," Sigurd said plainly, talking a long sip of his wine. "All part of the healing process, I assure you."
Euram scoffed into his wine, telling Sigurd exactly what he thought of his 'healing process.' He looked again to the side over his glass and thought. He didn't know why, but for some reason he decided to talk. "Despite anything your books may have said, our family was highly respectable, and all by Dad's hard work. He did everything he could to keep our family strong and was respected enough by other nobles to be elected as leader of a faction of the senate. There can be nothing more respectable than that." He took another sip of his drink stubbornly, not wanting any argument to what he said
"That's not exactly what I wanted to know, Euram. I wasn't asking your opinion on Salem Barows the man, I was asking what your father was like," Sigurd responded, a slight chuckle emiting from him.
Euram did not appreciate the chuckle in the slightest and shot Sigurd a displease glare. "What do you mean? That was what he was like. He was determined and after the….after it was known I was to take over someday he was diligent in my preparation. Always carefully ensuring I would succeed to the highest position possible. He thought only of my best interest…if I ever doubted, I had but to speak to him and all such worries were assuaged and only more opportunities opened up." Euram trailed off, and took another drink. "He would know how to handle this horrid situation…he could tell me what to do."
Sigurd paused a long moment, his eyes closed and his hands crossed in front of him has he thought on the matter. After that moment passed he looked directly at Euram. "You know, I never had a father...My mother told me he was some worthless drunk," he started, not even certain where he was going with that. "The moment I met him, I had my knife ready to slit his throat for all that he had done to my mother and I...I suppose he was so pathetic I ended up sparing his life...that and I don't think a murder would have looked nice on my naval record," he shrugged.
Euram's eyes widened in confusion as he stared at Sigurd. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked. He didn't think he was comparing their fathers…the stories were too different.
"So...I can't really relate to all of your emotions regarding your father. I can't relate at all. It almost makes me jealous that you had someone worth all of this," he said with a sigh. "I can't imagine what it feels like."
Euram was silent for a moment as he thought. He brought his glass up to his lips but paused before he could take another sip. "You didn't have a father…but you had a mother. Can you not feel remorse for her?" Euram's may have twitched, but it was quickly covered up by draining the last of the second glass.
"That I can, but I also remember my mother was pretty insistent on telling me to not hate those whom wronged me no matter how grave...I haven't followed that example very well, but I am learning to forgive and forget," Sigurd said calmly, finishing his glass and pouring himself another round.
The empty glass stayed in its position by Euram's cheek as he thought. Talking of his father was hard, but it was nothing compared to his mother. "My mother might have taught me such things," he said lowly. "It took great pains to get any words of wisdom from her. The difficulty only increased as I spent more time with Dad."
Sigurd raised an eyebrow, not quite catching the meaning there. "Your father estranged you from your mother?"
"What?" Euram said as though he wasn't aware what he said had been heard. "No…no no. Mother…" he trailed off again deciding how much he wanted to tell. Which would have been easier if he knew why he was saying anything to him at all. "Mother never left her room…I would go to her, and tell her of what was happening. She seemed…less interested…in what I had to say when it involved my education from father…"
"I see...the plight of noble women, it seems," Sigurd said astutely, taking a long drink from what had to be his third glass of wine at this point. "I won't pretend to understand the exact situation, but it would seem to me as an outsider that perhaps your mother resented the close relationship you had with your father."
"No…" Euram shook his head, lost in thought, trying to puzzle everything out. Something was there, but Sigurd's answer didn't seem correct. It was like she'd wanted something from him…. Euram sighed and brought the glass back down to refill it. He didn't like this. He didn't like thinking about these things, and he didn't like being this confused without someone there to tell him what to do. He visibly tensed as he became more frustrated by his thoughts. He couldn't take much more of this.
"Perhaps it wasn't my place to make such statements...I'm sorry," Sigurd said, sighing softly. This was getting difficult. "Euram...it's okay if you let it all out you know. I'm not going to judge you," he said, sensing the tension in the boy. "Like I told you before...I am here as your friend."
"So you've said," Euram's tone didn't give away whether he believed him or not, since he didn't even know himself. Sigurd may have thought it was acceptable to 'let it all out' but Euram definitely did not and was going to fight it every step of the way. His glass was brought down against the table sharply. "There is nothing to 'let out'!" he declared adamantly, doing a decent job of convincing himself. "I have stated what I wish done, and it is being ignored. I will simply find another way to see justice and bring an end to this."
"Well, what would you do, Euram? What can happen now that would give you the satisfaction you need to put some closure on this?" Sigurd asked sincerely.
Euram was slightly taken aback by the genuine question. He was used to either no one taking him seriously, or a declaration like that being followed by someone telling him what to do. "I don't know! My two plans have done nothing. I wish to never see that vile woman again and that this whole thing was just some horrid dream!"
"Well, the reality is this....She has santuary in this castle just as you do. And it IS a reality that you are sharing living space with the woman whom killed your father. It is how you cope this reality that will determine what sort of man you are, Euram," Sigurd said plainly, finishing his third glass.
"I do not accept this reality!" Euram shouted bitterly, his wine glass flying around again. "It is flawed. There must be some recourse. The captain of the guards is already on her side but there must be something…I cannot accept this….."
"If you cannot accept it...then what will you do," Sigurd's eyes lowered, groing more serious.
"I…" Euram growled in frustration and ran his hands through his hair in what looked like an almost painful manner. "I…Why do you persist with these questions?!"
"Because the other reality you have to accept is that no one is here to make the decision for you anymore. No one can tell you what to do but YOU, Euram. Honor the Barows name by standing firm and doing what is right," Sigurd said in an encouraging manner, smiling at the boy.
Euram's hand dropped back to grip his glass. The ever tightening grip still couldn't hide their shaking. He didn't want to believe that. That would mean they were gone; that mother wasn't in her room as always. She had to tell him what to do, that was the only time he got to talk to her. There was finally a prolonged crack in his demeanor which he tried to hide, by bringing the almost full glass of wine to his lips and downing all of it. It may not have been a noble thing to do, but it was preferable to any other embarrassment that might occur if he couldn't get himself in check.
"Euram, do you really have it in with you to seek your revenge personally? You're not a cruel man...and you aren't a fighter...you are someone whom is far more pleasent when they wear a smile and can laugh sincerely," Sigurd continued, refilling Euram's glass.
"Anyone is more pleasant under those circumstances," Euram replied, voice more choked than he would have liked. "Unless they are missing teeth." That was supposed to have been a more biting retort, but it seemed the wine was taking a victim. "I will do what I have to to those who dishonor my family name."
"But what exactly is that, Euram?" Sigurd persisted. He was finally breaking through, he could see the cracks forming. His stubborness was paying off.
"What exactly is what?" Euram demanded rather loudly.
"What you will have to do? What do you have to do, Euram? You keep giving me these indefinate answers but those don't solve anything," Sigurd said, groing a bit boistrous himself.
"I don't know!" Euram shouted at him instantly. He was getting annoyed by all of these questions he couldn't answer. "Anything that will make her pay for what she did and allow no one else to think they could ever do the same."
"There you go! That's the spirit, Euram!" Sigurd said, his grin going wide as he let out a proud laugh. "Here's my suggestion! How about I train you and you and Sialeeds have it out one on one, eh? You'll work out all of your frustrations and hatred and finally have your justice the way a man is meant to obtain it. With his own hands!"
"What?" Euram asked, looking at Sigurd like he was insane. "You expect me to maintain the Barows honor by acting like a barbarian? Not just to act barbaric but to attack a woman and member of the royal family? You want to see me killed! This is what this is actually about! Pretend to be on my side and feed me nothing but horrid ideas to watch my downfall."
Sigurd laughed again, reaching across the table to pay Sigurd on the back. "And there's your trouble! The reason nothing has worked for you so far is your unwillingness to get your hands dirty. I learned a long time ago that the only way to right the wrongs of this world is with your own two hands. And if you REALLY want to put an end to all of this, then I suggest you learn to do the same."
"Are you implying I've done no revenge by myself? Ask anyone from Falena, they can tell you of my brilliant plans to bring down the prince, including one that I took care of with help from no one but myself!" It was hard to tell whether Euram was getting drunk or just very indignant. "Your plan is barbaric, and while it may be suited for a pirate, it is not for one of my blood. My plan would have worked if not for the horrid culture of this caslte."
"Well your back is against the wall, my friend, and it doesn't look to me like you have many other options left than to just accept things as they are," Sigurd said, calming slightly from his previous robust outbust.
[04:03] Johinnabara: "But I don't like how they are, and I shouldn't have to deal with it. It should be fixed!" His current glass was almost gone as well, and it was getting to a point where he should stop drinking as he was making less sense than usual. "I don't want to be here. I don't like the wall. I just want to be home again."
"Then go home, Euram. Run away from it all. You're only escaping the truth," Sigurd said pointedly, having drank far more than he usually did on any given day.
Euram drew back in on himself and set his glass down gently, staring at Sigurd. "I don't think I like you."
"You don't like anyone that refuses to baby you, I suppose...but I'm telling you these things as a friend. REAL friends are the ones whom will tell you when you're making a mistake. They are honest, caring, and will do anything they can to help. And that's what I am doing for you right now, Euram. Like it or not," Sigurd said with a shrug, setting his own glass down.
Euram listened to Sigurd shaking his head. He couldn't figure out when they would have become friends. If his father saw him cavorting with a pirate… Euram stood, and surprisingly, even to himself, dropped some potch on the table to help cover the wine. "I still don't think I like you."
"Well, I see a lot of potential in you to do some good in this world if you just get over this...this stupid attachment you have you your own foppish ways. You're a good man, Euram Barrows," Sigurd said noting the potch. Well, that went disasterously if anything.
When: After Euram's anger during Wyatt's anouncement.
Where: Tavern
Warnings: Wine drinking...seriously, that's it
Sigurd pushed the door to the tavern open, wearing a smile in spite of his mostly unwilling companions protests. He was determined to somehow find something redeemable in this boy and he figured the best way to do so was over drinks. It always worked before, after all. It was either this or an infirmary bed, anyways, and he thought that an injury to the young man would probably just exasperate the situation. "So Euram, what'll it be?"
Euram followed after Sigurd for reasons not entirely known to himself. For some reason the pirate always managed to catch him off guard. This time it was with the word 'friend.' He tried his best to not let any confusion show, and walked into the tavern imperiously. "If they have anything of proper vintage, wine, if not I'll have whatever isn't swill."
"I assure you I am no fend of the harder spirits, and given your distaste of ale, I think I will order ourselves a fine bottle of wine. My treat of course," he said, noting that it would take a good chunk of his infirmary pay to cover it...bother...but better to go for the gusto in this case just to make the man comfortable. He took a seat at a corner booth and motioned for Euram to sit down. "So, what's been on your mind, friend?"
Euram sat in the booth, and made a grand show of his distaste for the tavern. He really saw no problem with the surroundings, but it gave him something to focus on. "On my mind?" he repeated, staring at the table and running a finger along the edge. "I should think that should be obvious. Especially to one that seems to know everything but keep information to themselves."
"Now, now, Euram, no need for low blows here. I've come to you in peace, I should expect you to remember your civility well enough to offer me the same courtesy," he said, giving a nod to the waitress that brought them a wine bottle and two glasses. The bottle had already been de-corked, so he simply poured to glasses and pushed one over to Euram. "I assume it's good if they serve it here."
Euram made no response, but took the offered glass and sipped it testingly. It was not as good as what was in the stores at Rainwall, but nothing in this place could be. "It is beyond expectation," he said and took a larger sip. The normally talkative boy remained quiet, and continued to look everywhere but the booth and the man across from him.
Sigurd's brow twitched a bit but his smile remained. An ice breaker perhaps. "Well, wine tends to be good for the nerves. It's a bit of a luxury for me these days...infirmary workers don't earn quite as much as pirates, I'm sure you understand." he said, taking a sip from his glass. "And you really look like your nerves have worn thin."
"Yes, I was taught the same thing," Euram responded taking another sip from his wine. Salum had always drunk wine at night stating it helped his nerves from the burdens of ruling. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Sigurd was right. "It is hard to keep nerves strong when everyone has made it their business to attack them."
Ah, here it came. The blame game. But he would tolerate it for now. He was hear as a friend, after all. "I'll admit, you are sort of public enemy number one right now...and I also know the whole story...," he said, admitting fully for the first time what Euram had accused him of...with holding the information to begin with.
Euram's expression hardened, and he stared resolutely at the table taking another drink. If he was paying attention to anything he might have noticed how close to empty his glass was already. "Public enemy?" he repeated. "I have done nothing to deserve such a title, and the people instead flock to the side of a murderess."
"Yes, these people do seem to be the accepting sort," Sigurd sighed. "Years ago they admitted a man who's attrocious crimes would have made anyone else in this castle faint, including Sialeeds and our dear Luca Blight. And yet he reformed into a kind hearted family man...still weighted by his previous sins but accepted by this community none the less. It's no wonder they responde so negatively when one of their own is threatened..."
"Again with your stories of Cray!" Euram who had refilled his glass while Sigurd spoke, slammed the bottle back down on the table. "I don't care what others have done! They respond more swiftly to the threat given a murderer than the ones hurt by the acts."
"Such acts were commited well into the past, Euram...history moved on but the Barows family was not forgotten. A successor made the noble family into something respectable after the Sun Rune War and the entire nation prospered in the benevolence of this person," Sigurd stated, though he dropped no particular hints as to whether or not it was Euram or his sister that did so.
"'Made into something respectable'?" Euram realized he was repeating many things tonight, but he couldn't believe he heard them. "What exactly do you mean to imply by that?" His nerves were completely frayed, and he may have been overreacting to what was said. But it sounded like an offense, and that was exactly how he was going to treat it.
"Your family was ruined during the war, Euram. Mostly from your own squabling of funds on several unsuccesful attempts to stop the Prince...but it was saved in the end. Your father's death did not ruin your family...and it most certainly did not ruin you," Sigurd said, his smile still present through his stern words. "I'm just quoting history books here, but...it's all true, as far as I know."
Euram's grip on his glass tightened. He didn't know why he'd followed the pirate here anymore. Had he actually expected that this would help? That his once attacker could become a confidant? He was proven most sorely wrong as Sigurd spouted things he did not want to hear. "If you brought me here to explain what a book that deals in cold facts and nothing else has to say, I will take my leave."
"Actually...I just did that to draw the emotions to the surface...I want to speak to you on more abstract terms...," Sigurd sighed, his smile fading. "Tell me about your father, Euram...please."
For the first time since sitting down Euram actually looked at Sigurd. "Why do you want to know? Your history books leave a gap you want filled in?"
"No, I simply want to understand you better...I want to know more about what makes you who you are, Euram," Sigurd said plainly, talking a long sip of his wine. "All part of the healing process, I assure you."
Euram scoffed into his wine, telling Sigurd exactly what he thought of his 'healing process.' He looked again to the side over his glass and thought. He didn't know why, but for some reason he decided to talk. "Despite anything your books may have said, our family was highly respectable, and all by Dad's hard work. He did everything he could to keep our family strong and was respected enough by other nobles to be elected as leader of a faction of the senate. There can be nothing more respectable than that." He took another sip of his drink stubbornly, not wanting any argument to what he said
"That's not exactly what I wanted to know, Euram. I wasn't asking your opinion on Salem Barows the man, I was asking what your father was like," Sigurd responded, a slight chuckle emiting from him.
Euram did not appreciate the chuckle in the slightest and shot Sigurd a displease glare. "What do you mean? That was what he was like. He was determined and after the….after it was known I was to take over someday he was diligent in my preparation. Always carefully ensuring I would succeed to the highest position possible. He thought only of my best interest…if I ever doubted, I had but to speak to him and all such worries were assuaged and only more opportunities opened up." Euram trailed off, and took another drink. "He would know how to handle this horrid situation…he could tell me what to do."
Sigurd paused a long moment, his eyes closed and his hands crossed in front of him has he thought on the matter. After that moment passed he looked directly at Euram. "You know, I never had a father...My mother told me he was some worthless drunk," he started, not even certain where he was going with that. "The moment I met him, I had my knife ready to slit his throat for all that he had done to my mother and I...I suppose he was so pathetic I ended up sparing his life...that and I don't think a murder would have looked nice on my naval record," he shrugged.
Euram's eyes widened in confusion as he stared at Sigurd. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked. He didn't think he was comparing their fathers…the stories were too different.
"So...I can't really relate to all of your emotions regarding your father. I can't relate at all. It almost makes me jealous that you had someone worth all of this," he said with a sigh. "I can't imagine what it feels like."
Euram was silent for a moment as he thought. He brought his glass up to his lips but paused before he could take another sip. "You didn't have a father…but you had a mother. Can you not feel remorse for her?" Euram's may have twitched, but it was quickly covered up by draining the last of the second glass.
"That I can, but I also remember my mother was pretty insistent on telling me to not hate those whom wronged me no matter how grave...I haven't followed that example very well, but I am learning to forgive and forget," Sigurd said calmly, finishing his glass and pouring himself another round.
The empty glass stayed in its position by Euram's cheek as he thought. Talking of his father was hard, but it was nothing compared to his mother. "My mother might have taught me such things," he said lowly. "It took great pains to get any words of wisdom from her. The difficulty only increased as I spent more time with Dad."
Sigurd raised an eyebrow, not quite catching the meaning there. "Your father estranged you from your mother?"
"What?" Euram said as though he wasn't aware what he said had been heard. "No…no no. Mother…" he trailed off again deciding how much he wanted to tell. Which would have been easier if he knew why he was saying anything to him at all. "Mother never left her room…I would go to her, and tell her of what was happening. She seemed…less interested…in what I had to say when it involved my education from father…"
"I see...the plight of noble women, it seems," Sigurd said astutely, taking a long drink from what had to be his third glass of wine at this point. "I won't pretend to understand the exact situation, but it would seem to me as an outsider that perhaps your mother resented the close relationship you had with your father."
"No…" Euram shook his head, lost in thought, trying to puzzle everything out. Something was there, but Sigurd's answer didn't seem correct. It was like she'd wanted something from him…. Euram sighed and brought the glass back down to refill it. He didn't like this. He didn't like thinking about these things, and he didn't like being this confused without someone there to tell him what to do. He visibly tensed as he became more frustrated by his thoughts. He couldn't take much more of this.
"Perhaps it wasn't my place to make such statements...I'm sorry," Sigurd said, sighing softly. This was getting difficult. "Euram...it's okay if you let it all out you know. I'm not going to judge you," he said, sensing the tension in the boy. "Like I told you before...I am here as your friend."
"So you've said," Euram's tone didn't give away whether he believed him or not, since he didn't even know himself. Sigurd may have thought it was acceptable to 'let it all out' but Euram definitely did not and was going to fight it every step of the way. His glass was brought down against the table sharply. "There is nothing to 'let out'!" he declared adamantly, doing a decent job of convincing himself. "I have stated what I wish done, and it is being ignored. I will simply find another way to see justice and bring an end to this."
"Well, what would you do, Euram? What can happen now that would give you the satisfaction you need to put some closure on this?" Sigurd asked sincerely.
Euram was slightly taken aback by the genuine question. He was used to either no one taking him seriously, or a declaration like that being followed by someone telling him what to do. "I don't know! My two plans have done nothing. I wish to never see that vile woman again and that this whole thing was just some horrid dream!"
"Well, the reality is this....She has santuary in this castle just as you do. And it IS a reality that you are sharing living space with the woman whom killed your father. It is how you cope this reality that will determine what sort of man you are, Euram," Sigurd said plainly, finishing his third glass.
"I do not accept this reality!" Euram shouted bitterly, his wine glass flying around again. "It is flawed. There must be some recourse. The captain of the guards is already on her side but there must be something…I cannot accept this….."
"If you cannot accept it...then what will you do," Sigurd's eyes lowered, groing more serious.
"I…" Euram growled in frustration and ran his hands through his hair in what looked like an almost painful manner. "I…Why do you persist with these questions?!"
"Because the other reality you have to accept is that no one is here to make the decision for you anymore. No one can tell you what to do but YOU, Euram. Honor the Barows name by standing firm and doing what is right," Sigurd said in an encouraging manner, smiling at the boy.
Euram's hand dropped back to grip his glass. The ever tightening grip still couldn't hide their shaking. He didn't want to believe that. That would mean they were gone; that mother wasn't in her room as always. She had to tell him what to do, that was the only time he got to talk to her. There was finally a prolonged crack in his demeanor which he tried to hide, by bringing the almost full glass of wine to his lips and downing all of it. It may not have been a noble thing to do, but it was preferable to any other embarrassment that might occur if he couldn't get himself in check.
"Euram, do you really have it in with you to seek your revenge personally? You're not a cruel man...and you aren't a fighter...you are someone whom is far more pleasent when they wear a smile and can laugh sincerely," Sigurd continued, refilling Euram's glass.
"Anyone is more pleasant under those circumstances," Euram replied, voice more choked than he would have liked. "Unless they are missing teeth." That was supposed to have been a more biting retort, but it seemed the wine was taking a victim. "I will do what I have to to those who dishonor my family name."
"But what exactly is that, Euram?" Sigurd persisted. He was finally breaking through, he could see the cracks forming. His stubborness was paying off.
"What exactly is what?" Euram demanded rather loudly.
"What you will have to do? What do you have to do, Euram? You keep giving me these indefinate answers but those don't solve anything," Sigurd said, groing a bit boistrous himself.
"I don't know!" Euram shouted at him instantly. He was getting annoyed by all of these questions he couldn't answer. "Anything that will make her pay for what she did and allow no one else to think they could ever do the same."
"There you go! That's the spirit, Euram!" Sigurd said, his grin going wide as he let out a proud laugh. "Here's my suggestion! How about I train you and you and Sialeeds have it out one on one, eh? You'll work out all of your frustrations and hatred and finally have your justice the way a man is meant to obtain it. With his own hands!"
"What?" Euram asked, looking at Sigurd like he was insane. "You expect me to maintain the Barows honor by acting like a barbarian? Not just to act barbaric but to attack a woman and member of the royal family? You want to see me killed! This is what this is actually about! Pretend to be on my side and feed me nothing but horrid ideas to watch my downfall."
Sigurd laughed again, reaching across the table to pay Sigurd on the back. "And there's your trouble! The reason nothing has worked for you so far is your unwillingness to get your hands dirty. I learned a long time ago that the only way to right the wrongs of this world is with your own two hands. And if you REALLY want to put an end to all of this, then I suggest you learn to do the same."
"Are you implying I've done no revenge by myself? Ask anyone from Falena, they can tell you of my brilliant plans to bring down the prince, including one that I took care of with help from no one but myself!" It was hard to tell whether Euram was getting drunk or just very indignant. "Your plan is barbaric, and while it may be suited for a pirate, it is not for one of my blood. My plan would have worked if not for the horrid culture of this caslte."
"Well your back is against the wall, my friend, and it doesn't look to me like you have many other options left than to just accept things as they are," Sigurd said, calming slightly from his previous robust outbust.
[04:03] Johinnabara: "But I don't like how they are, and I shouldn't have to deal with it. It should be fixed!" His current glass was almost gone as well, and it was getting to a point where he should stop drinking as he was making less sense than usual. "I don't want to be here. I don't like the wall. I just want to be home again."
"Then go home, Euram. Run away from it all. You're only escaping the truth," Sigurd said pointedly, having drank far more than he usually did on any given day.
Euram drew back in on himself and set his glass down gently, staring at Sigurd. "I don't think I like you."
"You don't like anyone that refuses to baby you, I suppose...but I'm telling you these things as a friend. REAL friends are the ones whom will tell you when you're making a mistake. They are honest, caring, and will do anything they can to help. And that's what I am doing for you right now, Euram. Like it or not," Sigurd said with a shrug, setting his own glass down.
Euram listened to Sigurd shaking his head. He couldn't figure out when they would have become friends. If his father saw him cavorting with a pirate… Euram stood, and surprisingly, even to himself, dropped some potch on the table to help cover the wine. "I still don't think I like you."
"Well, I see a lot of potential in you to do some good in this world if you just get over this...this stupid attachment you have you your own foppish ways. You're a good man, Euram Barrows," Sigurd said noting the potch. Well, that went disasterously if anything.