[ He was the popular bet, not because of his status but because of skill. Before becoming the Duke, Wriothesley had to scrap, just like everyone else. Lyney would have bet against him on spite if he made it in time... but alas, it saves him some coupons. Lyney holds tight to his bandages as Wriothesley secures his victory, but the crowd doesn't seem to circle the Duke for more than a few easy pats on the back.
Dispersing crowds land Lyney right in Wriothesley's path – where he looks up to a man quite... different than he was presented.
He's in his element and it shows. He commands the attention and respect, but Lyney's eyes linger for only a second. ...Why? ]
Ahhh, not the usual things I like to bet on. [ There's an awkward retort as he clears his throat a little. ] He got a few hits in, yeah? Off to see your nurse?
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Dispersing crowds land Lyney right in Wriothesley's path – where he looks up to a man quite... different than he was presented.
He's in his element and it shows. He commands the attention and respect, but Lyney's eyes linger for only a second. ...Why? ]
Ahhh, not the usual things I like to bet on. [ There's an awkward retort as he clears his throat a little. ] He got a few hits in, yeah? Off to see your nurse?