“Emboldened, after yesterday’s events.” Funny he should ask -- Sylvester gives Barrow a Look down and aside, like who could’ve seen that coming. “Broke a wooden sword over one’s ass and the rest snapped into line.” Easy as that, apparently -- Dumas looks forward again, canteen hitched back to belt.

It is wholly impossible to tell if he’s serious, but there’s a very genuine sense of impatience about him over the waste of said sword.

“I’ve managed with worse.”