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Meanwhile, important conversations among influential figures, particularly the business partners of Lord Githgood Flowerescence, continued.
"And yet, how interesting," Kranck Manbigbuck, the liquor and tobacco magnate, addressed Vistory Sjöfnlofn. "Is this what the aristocracy has stooped to?"
"What do you mean, old friend?"
"This." Lighting ten cigarettes at once — because his deep pockets allowed it — the wealthy man pointed at yet another bloody skirmish. "They bash each other with iron, shoot arrows at one another, sweat, spill blood, and sometimes even shed tears from the frustration of defeat. This is what commoners should be doing for the amusement of the world's elite, not so-called knights."
"Come now, what about prestige, dignity, and thrill?"
"Rock climbing or uninsured diving is also thrilling, but only someone of mediocre intellect would do that. They even write essays, as if preparing for a job interview! And they strut about, showing off their elegance, like slaves at the Kysgilt market. Laughable, I say!"
"I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree on this matter."
"I suppose so. By the way, where is your wife?"
"... She is a bit unwell."
"A pity. Perhaps that's why you're with your pointy-eared companion today — decided to seize the opportunity and have a little fun?"
"Oh, come now, old friend. I wouldn't go near those creatures unless a blade were pressed to my throat."
"Hahaha! I wonder who will be lucky enough to get that honor?"