But does he work? I work. Nasir works. We work our arses off. And Amalia helps work Nasir's arse off too but that's a lot louder, usually a lot more fire if things really get going.

[So many tents have been lost because of them.]

You ever been charged down by a mabari that just lays you out flat and starts licking your face? Or some man or woman that does it because no one's taught them what to do? S'like that. But with fists. [A beat passes as Yngvi hurtles around a doorway, smacks into someone then uses them for momentum - there's a lot of Orlesian again but less angry, more surprised.] Fists in my face. That's important. The Comte and I aren't that close.