Граф Орлов
Having climbed the hill, Ambrose finds another of his colleagues - Simron Refyal.
- Ah, the Hegemony. Many of our brothers are here today, no doubt each one has been moved to spiritual thoughts by the events of recent days. I never would have thought I'd have to raise my sword against our Estellian neighbors, but fate seems to decree it - so it must be. But you know, even that is not as strange as my nephew. Can you imagine, he's almost thirty now, and he still hasn't been with a woman. I tell him - stop lying on the couch reading novels, go meet someone! And he just keeps spouting nonsense about how his jaw is too narrow, about how being 28 tin tall is as good as a death sentence, about how he has no money and such. I tell him - fine, then let me give you money, and he just keeps coming up with new excuses, and says - easy for you to talk with your 30 tin and six-pack abs. I can't even imagine what that brat would say if he saw Lord Lester or Lord Owen. Something's ailing modern youth, that's for sure. But maybe at least now he'll come to his senses a little and remember what love and duty are.
During this very interesting monologue, Ambrose learns that in order to return the Knight of Luck and Success to the ranks, it is enough to spend an action during your faction's turn - without any other conditions.
-- Hmm, in my homeland, they usually lock such men up at night with a slave girl, or with several of those who combine experience with comeliness... Perhaps, if the difficulties are such, he should first practice on the maidservants? Not something to boast about in society, but a bitter pill cures a grievous illness.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers