Knights of Tezoth

- So we are gods, forging our own destiny? - Vargas returns an aggressive gaze at the young one. - Don't think about it! On the contrary - if someone can defeat a god, then you can too. Strike left - I'll open up, I promise! My word is tungsten.

The servant strikes from the right.

- That's not true. Training is the main factor in your life. Do you think milords Whiteclaw and Lorican neglected it? Or milady Stefania? They wore their fingers down to the bone! Come on, strike, and make sure I don't dodge, - the sparring continues...

- Maybe they didn't neglect it... But they don't look like they'll live long either.

- Not much. With a bit of cynicism, one could assume that most lords' loyalty is only convenient for them when it suits their moment. Although I would have waited in the shoes of some of them as well.

- Alas, milord Lester, that is the price for the order established in the era of blue blood. - Banquet replies. - We can only hope that once the lords understand the situation, they will make the right decision.

- Sounds solid. If it comes to a siege, all these actions are necessary. However, for now I find it hard to visualize what such negotiations with a traitor might look like. It seems that having gone down a dark path, he might have lost even the most basic notions of honor. You understand what I mean, milord, - to his banquet colleague.

- The chance to avoid mass bloodshed is worth such a risk.