"What, are you wussing out now? You said you could take him."
"I was drunk, and I was joking," the man responded. Something about his tone made it quite clear that he didn't want to be here.
"You were joking? You bet on it," a second man joined in. "You said you weren't getting beaten by a pup, no matter how many hands he had. Well, now he's got one, you can take him for sure, can't you?"
"I don't know… Besides, he's busy, we're going to get told off for bothering him," Uron said uncertainly.
"What's it matter? Anyway, let's just ask him. No reason we can't make a friendly dual out of this."
"He's busy, though… He's going to be angry."
"What do you care if he gets angry? You're Uron the Heroslayer, ain't ya? You were shouting that last night. Why not drag this welp down before anyone starts calling him a hero, y'know?"
