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-- Live sinfully -- die laughably, -- shrugged Ambrose. -- The measure of our righteousness will be the coming battle: he who is sinful shall fall. Rot does not strike the body -- only its individual members first. And if a hand rots -- then cut off the hand, before the infection reaches the heart. And of the heart of the kingdom's purity I am as certain as of our own righteousness. Thus I speak!
- You speak wisdom, truth lies in strength, and battle is the best witness. And so I wish to once again be assured of our righteousness. Ambrose learns that in order to return this man to the ranks of figures in the factional struggle, one must, on their faction's turn, spend an action to challenge him to a duel, and win without using riding animals or ranged weapons.
-- So be it, but not this very moment, -- replied Ambrose. A duel in the bathhouse would be strange. Though in some countries such a custom is said to exist -- a horrifying spectacle, and the fate of the loser is especially dreadful. Having washed the filth from his body, but not freed his soul from its bonds, Ambrose slowly continues his march through the temple complex.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers