Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
Resting one of the swords on his shoulder, Coan glanced back at the younger boy and shrugged. "No formalities here, Bill." Of course the story would have been different had Talfryn been there, but Coan never felt comfortable being so formal with those he considered friends. "She's right, though. You're lucky it was the weapon that took the actual beating. Take it from me."
He sat next to him, them, giving him a good nudge in his side before nodding toward the female squire. "I like to call the area surrounding our dear Nerys the danger zone. You do not, in any circumstance, enter the danger zone unprepared, Billy." Reaching down, Coan turned away and lifted the back of his shirt to display a faint, short scar on his lower back. "I don't think I ever showed you this," and it was confirmed as Billy shook his head. "But the first time we sparred. She took my by surprise and knocked me flat on my back." Dropping the cloth he turned back, shaking his head. "I mean, I was going easy on her," he grinned, still hoping to rile her up. "I didn't want to make her feel bad or anything."
When Nerys took his challenge instead of the younger squire, Coan stood from the bench, sparing Reid a glance of confidence as he settled the fake blades on his shoulders and closed the gap between himself and Ronain. "I suppose you will do." As if he had settled. Then, when she mentioned his scent, he may have frowned a bit, but hardly missed a beat. "Well I should think so. I was just out with Duchess and the boys." Though, it was possible that he smelled like dog often, but it was more obvious now than usual, since he had just spent so much time playing with the trio. "So I was preoccupied. Talfryn sent me, but I'm plenty ready. If you are.