crystal | if i promise that i'll be real good,

[poleaxed]

FORM: crystal as you please.
SENDER: Jone of Denerim.
RECIPIENT: Everybody.
NOTES: Jone's mouth.

I ain't been here long. Have we ever had a proper tourney, like?

We've horses enough for the joust. We've space for the melee. Some of you, I've heard tell, can manage well enough with a lute. And there can be betting, if any could be bothered to bookie. You know, so you can join in even if you can't hold a weapon or ride a sodding horse.

Has anyone done that? Might be worthwhile, yeah? Considering... things can get a bit boring, staying all in one place, if you ain't careful.

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[archademode]

...too old?

[Audible confusion is evident enough across the line: what does age have to do with securing favor?]

If felling the creature is all that is needed to secure their attention, then you have little to worry about.

I shall see it through at your side.

[poleaxed]

[Oops, too close to the truth there, better course correct.] Just how it is. [Nailed it.]

It's a bit of this'n that, your help'll mean plenty. Just try not to sweep too many fine ladies off their feet with your shocking good looks.

[#irony]

[archademode]

It won't be an issue.

[Because the helmet stays on, mostly.

Maybe the nobility will find some small amount of intrigue in that, he imagines. A little mystery hardly hurts.]