King Elk Forest Hop skip jump, etc

The Baron rolls his eyes as Ravinger flatters himself once more, the single thought crossing his mind, no one asked. There were times he could stand his cousin, though now was not one of those times. He was overbearing and too far up his own ass to be grand company.

It was then that his name was chid out by the very man that had captivated his attention in the worst way. The hunter had intended to stand quiet to see if there was anything his King might need, for the High Elk knows Ravinger would be of no use, but it seemed this quarrel had no intention of ending here.

Calhoun snorted as the other tried to flex his lineage over his head, though it did little to phase the man. Yes, look where that has placed you. The words were merely muttered under his breath with a huff. He too was related to Cenric just as much as the bard. Maybe it was through his mother's side and not technically the old King's lineage, but it mattered little.

I need not prove myself to someone like you Ravinger, the High Elk knows of my deeds. Pick a fight with someone who deserves a lashing. Almost as if his own words had breezed over the head of his kin, Ravinger was quick to bound over to the other two, whispering what he could only assume were jests to the pale boy that now clung to the King.

This was more than tiring. Calhoun had only come to investigate since his hunt was ruined, but seeing how Cenric was now here to deal with things, there was no need for his presence. Is there anything you need Cenric, or shall I go?