Aye. I have unwillingly run a thousand scenarios through my mind of mine own grisly demise. My sword's reach is long, and my friend's lance is longer, and that is all that gives me a bit of peace. I had always thought that I might perish in battle, some day past my prime... Dressed with dignity.

[He sighs, takes a sip of his wine, and places a hand on his hip.] Good reason as any to keep our bodies and minds sharp in preparation.

I had hoped to earn the Mistress' favor, but she is a particularly difficult woman I fear.