Sir, you have been called out.
I sighed as I put down my wine glass. The nonalcoholic cider seemed to settle down, almost sensing my own dampened spirits. Rank?
B-level, sir. Hes gained quite a reputation.
I raised an eyebrow in intrigue as I grab my dueling sword. B-level you say? Its rare to see anyone wait that long before challenging me.
Indeed. The butler responded. Shall I send down your approval?
No need. I replied, passing him out the door. I shall do so myself.
As you wish. The butler replied, closing the door behind the both of them.