"Esteemed company, what have we to say for our two fools!" says Lady Gramercy, calling out into the space as your applause dies down.
The duel ends with a sustained burst of acclaim for both of you. There's scarcely time to crown a victor before the hungry throng is plied with dessert. Still, you know full well what the result was, which is only confirmed by the scuttlebutt you glean in the rest of the evening.
Your tone curried favor with His Majesty, and the Gramercy clan was less than enthusiastic about the tenor of your offerings.
It must be said that there were moments of great sharpness in your discourse that left the souls in power frowning deeply. A bold choice for such a prominent stage, goes the scuttlebutt.
As for your performance, to your delight 'twas widely agreed that thy skill on balance greatly exceeded that of goodman Baggage.
Onward