What, on these? If you truly are speaking the truth regarding joining the royal knights, they must have made you soft.

[It's jest more than anything. Excenmille, for one, knows that Rahal has strength far beyond his years and more aptitude with a blade than perhaps any of the iron rams. His face darkens though as the other speaks of the griffins -- eyes narrowing. The other seems in a state that's sound enough to not spout nonsense, but... ]

What? It was but a few days past you and the Swiftwing aided us locating my fath-- that accursed mannequin in the northlands.