[ Wriothesley sits with that a moment, weighs it against his own irritation. Realistically, Lyney is allowed to do as he pleases within the Fortress' rules, up to and including having his ass kicked. Heaven knows he wouldn't be the first or last unlikely bet within the ring. But...even so, there are limits to these things. Limits to endangering oneself. Without them, the Fortress would become a free-for-all for those looking to harm themselves. He wonders if he'd be right terming it that way in Lyney's case: harming himself. ]

...You suddenly developed an interest in the ring after nearly two months of thinking it unsavory. [ At least, that's the impression Wriothesley got--Lyney did think of his last match as a sort of petty playtime, after all. ] You couldn't pass time in any of the myriad ways the Fortress offers, you had to take on a guy twice your size and wear the bruises to show it. Sorry, but I don't think I can accept that.