Get out there and shoulder-tap someone for a bit of casual biffo.
Why are you looking at me like that? This isn't Theopolis. There are no marketeer fixers hustling to match-make you a duel. In Sarn, we pick our own fights.
So go on, slap someone in the face with a gauntlet. Then come and see me when you've done fighting.
Let's see if you can play nicely with others.
Not everyone's a lone wolf. It'd be a sad, lonely world if we were. There's many who stick with the pack, who thrive in the camaraderie of battle.
Get out there, muster a pack and find yourself a battle. See if you can lead your friends to glory.
We'll speak again after.
What you need is a goal. Yeah, I know. I sound like a school teacher when I say that. What I mean is, get out there, get yourself a crew together, and try your hand at capturing a flag or two.
Exiles fighting together for something they believe in. Coveting, protecting... makes a man think there might be some hope for humanity.
What? A man's got to care about something. We'll talk some more when the affray is done.
It's the arena for you! Be honoured. That's not a suggestion, by the way. Be honoured. Sarn Arena is where everything and anything can happen.
I never cease to be amazed by the spectacle when you throw a mixed bag of exiles into the old 'sand bucket'. An all day breakfast of free-range ruckus on toast.
So get in there, and see how long you can take the heat. I'll be around to listen to your tales of woe when you're done.