The door opens, painfully slowly. With deliberate steps, Tancred walks into the room. His face is blank and unreadable, but his eyes burn with suppressed anger.
Keen observers note his armour is blackened, his face is tanned raw, and his eyebrows are missing.
As he goes, the sword can be heard, speaking in a quiet voice:
"Okay, look, I'm sorry, ok? I'm really, really really sorry. Just say something? Please? Anything? I'm sorry..."
Tancred doesn't speak until he reaches a table, sits down, and yells 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGH!' to the world at large.
OOC:
I'm glad you all liked it folks! I aim to entertain. Oh, and Melusine... I could really use the cash. 