[Hector does not take kindly to being denied anything. In particular, despite his own attitude most of the time, being rudely denied anything that he really, really wants is offensive in and of itself. Hell, politeness wouldn't exactly help this poor weapons merchant, but it would go a long way in garnering potential mercy, seeing as he's being held by his collar by a massive youth in bulky armor, an equally large axe strapped to his back. You don't have to be close to the scene to hear the grievances Hector is airing.]

Listen, I'm not asking for anything funny, alright? I just want a helmet. Why do I need some kind of--writ? I don't need a writ to protect my head from being smashed in, and I sure don't need one to smash yours! Are you gonna stand there like some kind of halfwit mud-for-brains twerp, or get me the goods I'm willing to pay hard-earned gold for?

[In the shopkeep's defense, Hector isn't really giving him a breath to speak, and he's only able to stammer out quick apologies as he's shaken like a ragdoll. Maybe someone should intervene--or perhaps assist.]

[Lord Hector of Ostia, for all his numerous escapades and accolades, has never seen a lighthouse. Perhaps this is evident from the wondering gaze of his eyes as he glances around the structures of the island, or maybe it's from him saying:]

Whoa, I've never seen one of these things before!

[Excitedly, he turns to whoever is stuck with being his comrade, before turning to look back at the banquet hall that they're actually supposed to be investigating. He doesn't seem phased by the smell, oddly enough, but perhaps he's just good at hiding it. It's hard to imagine anything phases this mountain of a man. His greataxe is in hand, ready for a fight or...well, nothing but that. He's mostly ready for a fight. Any diplomacy is wasting precious time in saving this fantastic lighthouse.]

Are you ready? I'm itching for good exercise.

Does anyone here want to spar??? I'm bored out of my mind, and I need something to do. I miss having someone I can have a regular old fight with. Everyone here...no offense, but you're all skinny little cowards. If you're a REAL WARRIOR, come and give me a good time! This is Hector, by the way. If we haven't met, or whatever.

[ anything else you're wanting to do! ]