Smiling as he draped his cloak over the chair's back, Johann scooted in to the table, choosing for himself a ten-year Armagnac, a fine-brnady making region in Gascogne, he had brought with him, appreciating the rich amber in the cut glass cup. Turning to look at his guest, he finally opened his mouth, "A fine palette, Your Grace (as Johann is of lesser rank, he must refer to you as Your Grace or simply Nueremberg, unless you specify otherwise), few northerners could have sensed the slight change of acidity between Armorique and Fladerns to the east, most perceptive. Still, for your edification, it is a Cabourg, a little to the south of that fair port." he raises his glass in salute all the same.
"As to the dagger, well there is a tale to that. I was a little younger man, not as cautious as you now see. *Truly haunted* The woods changed me. You probably heard of the Nemesis Crown and the conflict that ensued about its discovery? I did as well, I had heard from friends in Nuln, and I was ready to serve my Emperor and fight whatever enemies might come my way while we searched for this artifact or weapon or whatever we thought it was, it didn't matter *He smiles*. It was the goal of the Quest, the object of our liege-lord's desire and I and the rest of my Chapter were itching to die in his service. And so we did. *He begins to drift off, not really aware of what he's saying* We entered those winding, narrow trails where the sun turned green under the weight of so many leaves, and the only light turned each each path into a colonnade, the shafts of light carrying the heavy bows. It was beautiful. But behind the lights and the branches and hoary trunks were things. Beasts with dark designs, gors and ungors, great Minotaurs, nameless beasts of unspeakable nature that no god, however treacherous or mad, could have conceived. *Giuseppe and Hardeknud share a worried look* That wasn't even the worst of it. Of course we had friends *cynical*, the Dwarves, the Elves, the Bretonnians, they all helped, but there were always more of them, creeping out of the undergrowth, than we could ever muster, orcs, goblins, warriors from the north, barbarian tribesmen who were born to know no other way, only following Chaos the way we follow Sigmar or Myrmidia, the cursed rat-things, bane of my life, ogres, reptiles from foreign shores, and the Elves. The cruel, sharp, cold Elves that drifted through the trees, silent, and all together black. One by one my Chapter fell, the first was Boris von Walsch. If I ever had a brother it was he, but they took him all the same, the trees did, from all around the forest moved and surrounded him, til I couldn't even hear his screams. I left that patrol alone and friendless."
"I moved to a new detachment of knights, from a different Order, the Knights Griffon, and their captain, a Knight only a little older than me, took me into his circle when no other would even look at me, knowing the taint the trees had left me on sight. Hector, his name was, he went far as I remember. Even with his help I only moved around like a machine, mindless, automatic. I practiced the motions, I killed the enemy, I helped my new comrades, even as they were picked off as well, but unlike my men, we were saved. Hector had family that had pulled strings to keep him safe. His friendship was little comfort to me then, he was only so undamaged because he had guardian angels looking over him, his will wasn't any stronger than mine, his resolve any fuller, he simply had nothing to fear. It was that same evening that for the first time since my men...that I decided to play cards with the others. It was an old favorite of mine, Red Sally, I was always quite good, and when the smiling fool bet his prized dagger, I pounced. That such a thing of beauty meant so little to him, I couldn't let him keep it. It would go against everything I know to let one so undeserving keep something so valuable. It was mine in mere moments. He told me it was some dwarf's masterpiece, that I should take good care of it. I just stared at him, uncomprehending that he was so uncaring for such a jewel. He laughed and walked away from me, like it didn't matter. I walked away to, and I kept walking until..."
"I think that's enough of that story Han," Giuseppe said nervously, "I think you told it's story well. As for Your Grace, I think you'll be most pleased with the first course, it's a very nice set of lamb skewers from the Sardic Isles, and a Tilean piece of my craft, gnocchi with pesto and olive oil beside, soaked in a tarragon jus."