For you to be so-- [Words. Nuadha is losing his words, which is a very unfamiliar sensation for him. He tilts his head like a slightly disgruntled cat before just borrowing Felix's.] --so unafraid to be blunt with them, I assume you had a title in your own world beyond "swordmaster."

[Or he was quite a good swordmaster. Which is also a thought Nuadha appreciates. The turn of the conversation has him relaxing into the warm haze of the wine again.]

Hmm. Parties of that kind sound the same everywhere. But they're an obligation.