No rematches, sorry. But to be honest, after watching the duel, I can't imagine there'd be much chance of it going any differently.

Yes, yes. I'm sure your mother is very proud.

Your death eagerly awaits you in the pit, Redoran.

Be at the Arena tomorrow.

What the -- I mean, that wasn't the deal! I signed up for a duel with the Lord of the Waters March. Why should I fight some mook she picked out of a hat? But I suppose it's my fault for expecting proper decorum from House Redoran. If Llendu's too afraid to face me, I'd rather not get my hands dirty either. I'll send a champion in my stead as well. Come back to the Arena tomorrow. We'll be ready for you.

Please don't bother me with such foolishness. My husband should be perfectly capable of cleaning up his own messes, or at least I should hope so.

You've been expelled from %Faction. I cannot speak of this with you unless you make amends.

Why do you bring that up again?

Thank you, %PCName.

Then as the acting Lord of the Waters March, I expel you from %Faction. Get out of my sight.

Good. Now get out of my sight, %PCRank.

I thought I could trust you, %PCRank... but I suppose you're no different than the rest. If people like you are the best the Waters March can offer, then we deserve all that's coming to us. Return the Faithbreaker to me, at least.

I had no doubts, %PCName. No Hlaalu champion... could defeat a true and proud Redoran. It was an entertaining fight, though -- well done. Ahh. It's time to return to Ald Iuval now. Come meet me there.

Hah. I should've expected that from a coward like him. I've got no idea who he'll send, though. At least that makes it more interesting... I suppose. Good luck.

Go, %PCRank. I promise to watch the duel, at least.

I know it's a lot to ask -- hngh -- %PCName, but there's no one else I can trust to do this right. Pick up the Faithkeeper and demonstrate the might of the Redoran to the people of Narsis. That scum Dalvus Raran has nothing on you. Tell him that you'll be the champion of our House. You can find him in Raran Manor in the Old Quarter, just down the stairs next to the arena. Good -- good luck.

The damned, cowardly -- ahh -- fetchers. They must've -- must've put something in my drink at dinner. I can barely move -- my whole body feels like it's on fire. The healers say that I'll be fine eventually, but that there's nothing that they can do to speed up my recovery. We can't forfeit the duel, though -- not in a million years.