As he's walking through around the docks, Jelor see's a city guardsman approach, not taking any notice of him as he passes until Jelor hears something muttered as if it wasn't meant to be heard, 'Curse you, dragonspawn.'
Dragonsworn?! Peace, if he means me...,
Turning and taking a step towards the guardsman, loosening the sword at his hip Jelor shoves him in the back,
"Dragonsworn? I am no Dragonsworn! Yes, I follow the Lord Dragon. I have followed him since he declared himself in the skies above Falme. I was there when he battled the Dark One in the clouds but I am nothing like those other rabble who have flocked to his banner. I do not take what is not mine, I do not kill those who refuse to accept the truth! Peace!" drawing his sword fully Jelor pulls the guardsman around and strikes out with his fist.
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"Peace, if you wish to die this day then face me! Face he who you have claimed as Dragonsworn!" he says, reaching behind him and taking his shield from his back, and stepping into a readied stance.
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Jelor has just issued a Fighting Challange, giving him a +1 Morale bonus on Will Saves, Attack Rolls and Damage Rolls.