Ishar sticks an iron longsword into the ground, at Sir's feet.
- What's this? You have a new toy now?
- This is yours.
- Is that so?
- You did well against Took Took. I want you to do better.
- If you wanted that, you could have gotten armor for me.
- I intend to. You need to understand that we are still short on money. I'm getting desperate to fix that.
- Oh God, that sounds bad.
- We are going up against two lions next.
- Shit.
- Don't worry. Both of us are capable swordsmen, and we have a direwolf of our own.
- Maybe you don't worry, with that fancy hydraleather armor on you, but I have fuckin' cloth for an excuse of an armor. Any screatch or bite will be serious.
- Well, don't get bitten in the first place.
- Do I look like a fuckin' elf to you? I'm not all about that prancing around that you do. I'm a dwarf. We are men, not ballet dancers.
- Then strike first, and strike hard. You have a fairly good weapon now. In fact, it's better than my own.
- I guess I'll have to make do with that. Fine, bring those beasts on. That reminds me...
- What?
- what if we beat those? We can take on three opponents at one time, tops. The way I see it, the lion is the strongest thing the whole arena has. We take on two, then three, then what? We keep doing that until we die of old age?
- More or less, or until we get bored.
- Fantastic.
- Hey, we could take on another gladiator team, if that floats your boat. The way I see it, it's possible that we are currently the best.
- Don't get cocky! Yes, you got lucky with those tigers (and it's annoying to hear about it again and again), so we have slightly better equipment than the others. Terrific. You do realize the others are going to catch up real soon, don't you?
- Eventually.
- Pretty fuckin' soon, lad. We don't even have a mage.
- Why should we? Fragile things.
- Did you notice why we won the last fight?
- Sure did. Arrow to the head.
- Wrong. We won because that arrow was enchanted. If that wasn't the case, we all could have died right there.
- What's your suggestion then? If (and that's a big 'if', mind you) we kill those lions, we get another 300 gold. For that, I could hire a mage. Or buy you some iron armor. Or buy greaves for myself. Or get you a steel sword. Or an iron one for myself, and some training for one of us.
- You know what's great about not being a commander anymore?
- What?
- I don't have to make those decisions anymore. You're the boss, boss. Decide.
- Meh. It's no use pondering anyway, we decide when the fight is over. There's a strong chance that we wake up at the infirmary anyway, without a single coin.
- If you die, dibs on your armor.
- Screw you, Sir.