Methodios glares at Laskaris, a still vivid scar turning down the corner of his mouth in a scowl.

I need no excuse to kill people, Laskaris. If you had witnessed what I have, you would not be so quick to pass judgment on my deeds in Alexandria.(OOC : no time yet for my battle report and I'm waiting for Zim's permission to use Kosmas a particular way...).

Kosmas was more than a friend to me... He was an example, a man who showed me his gratitude for saving Belgrade by sponsoring me in the ranks of the nobility... His death at the hands of these heretics still rankles... Who is this God who allowed such a good man to die away from his home while the man was making this same God's work ? So do not believe I will let anybody say that the sack of Alexandria is to be laid at his feet... I take full responsability for it.

And I won't take any lessons about honour from a scoundrel who, while taking part in athe Crusade, spent most of his time spoiling the efforts of his fellow Crusaders by sabotaging their ships, at the risk of causing their deaths. Honour is as distant to you as the moon to a howling wolf... You can howl at it but you'll never reach it...

Who are you to question me ? What gave you the right to rename a city which you acquired only through your politicking (or should I say spit-licking...) ?

What have you achieved until now ? Only mischief in the Crusade and snide comments in these halls...

I will stop now for I already gave you too much importance.

Methodios sits down, still glaring at Laskaris.