>>6238445“Bart.” Klement says, not a shred of amusement in his voice. “Sorry, I need you to clean this up before it gets any messier. Can you handle it?”
“I’d love to.” Bart affirms with a grin. “But just know that if that cockless Adjunct spins a bane against me, I’ll splatter his innards all over that fucking stupid wheel.”
“Fine by me.” Klement waves his approval. A Bergliez knight appears, wielding in his hands a large double-bladed axe. Bart grabs the weapon and lifts it over his shoulder, before whistling at two other Bergliez warriors that had been standing in the corner. The men nod and join him, making their way towards the arena.
“Looks like our final team is here!” Melanie exclaims. “The Knight-Commander of House Bergliez, a house once considered to produce the mightiest warriors in all Fodlan, Bart stands above his peers as Klement’s right-hand man! Together with Adjunct Targa, they breezed through the gauntlet with ease never before seen! Well, until today that is! Let’s give a hand to Bart, and House Bergliez!”
Bart gives you a nod. His two soldiers take up arms behind him. One wields a bow, while the other holds a spear. Interestingly, a horse has followed him into the arena. You frown, thinking how fortunate it would be if Fionn could fit inside this place.
“Yo.” Bart says rather curtly. “Got to admit. You’re good. A real fun watch. I think you’d have prevailed even if Targa had been allowed to cheat.”
“I’m surprised you’d so readily admit to that.” Cuthbert interjects with a frown.
“Hah! Not as if any of that matters now.” Bart grins. “We’re at the finish line. One more battle left. If you win, you get a go at Klement. If I win, I get to please my asshole of a Lord.”
>“If you don’t like him that much, you’re always free to join my service.”“Don’t get me wrong, Klement’s a bastard.” Bart laughs. “But I respect him. And as Knight-Commander, I’ll always stick to my vows to House Bergliez. Besides, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do this. Tristain d’Rusalka…the son of the infamous Sky Shadow. I wish we could do battle without that accursed wheel’s interference, but I’ll have to take what I can get.”
>“It is a shame.” You admit. “This is no way for a warrior to do battle.”“These Morfisians don’t understand what drives us.” Bart scoffs. “They care more about the Wheel’s choice than the fight itself. Some of them are even mad enough to believe there’s an ancient goddess inside that thing. Can you believe that shit?” Bart laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. “It actually makes me yearn for the Church of Seiros. As dull as they were, at least they could have the proper appreciation for warfare.”
>A): An ancient goddess inside the Wheel of Fortune?>B): Let’s have a good fight.>C): Say nothing, and prepare for battle. 