Sweaty, caked waist-deep with mud, TyGuy6 stomped into the parlour royale. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense. Someone’s got to put an end to this childish system of dare-foolery. By favor of the queen, I shall end it myself if I have to!”

Councilor Arnok looked up from his careful cross-comparison of recent war news with the latest court gossip. “End what, the war?”

“Nay, the duels. They shout in the streets for the glory of them, but I… my poor dear monstrosities, that is, must jump a thousand hoops to find ourselves one single opponent, or even none at all! I’d have better luck fighting the Druid!”