Theodred: *also eyes, warily*
Halbarad: *sigh* Message from Arthedain, and I'd like to get this over with as quickly as possible. *sniffs* I like what you've done with the place. Is that -fresh- straw on the floor? How lovely.
Theodred: Nothing but the best for the most famed messanger boy of the north.
Halbarad: *glares* Here. *thrusts the message at him* Read. Savor. Enjoy. I'll just be over here pretending not to notice that the Golden Hall smells of horseshit.
Theodred: Such arrogance. *headshake* Had I my spear...
Halbarad: Arrogance? Try boredom.
Theodred: And I am the answer to all your problems? *shakes head* Seek your entertainment elsewhere. *dryly* My father is good for that.
Halbarad: *sotto voce* Or your 'lady' cousin.
Theodred: *decks him*
Halbarad: *curses* ... my apologies, my lord. *tinge of sarcasm* Don't know what came over me.
Theodred: And this I do not doubt, knowing where you hail from. *glowers and reads the message slowly, holding it close to his face.* Will there be anything else for the moment, or would you rather find yourself safely out of my sight?
Halbarad: *mutters* I could translate that into words of one syllable or less for you. *loudly* I think I shall retire until you have had a chance to compose your reply, my Lord.
Theodred:*glowers* So be it then.
Theodred: *stalks off to go read where the light is better*
Theodred: *eventually returns with a badly scrawled reply* Happy?
Halbarad: *takes it* *eyes it distastefully* That'll do. *bows*
Theodred: Fine. *sarcastic* Thank you
Halbarad: *in a hurry to get out of here*
Theodred: *Cant wait for him to leave, mutters something pithy and unsinscere about having a safe ride*
Halbarad: *doesn't leave the stableboy a tip, rides out muttering about horsefuckers and stupid Kings making him deliver stupid messages*
Theodred: *is now in an even worse mood, goes to find an advisor to yell at.*