"Arthur, did you bring your Soul Lance?"
Hearing Arthur's concerned voice, the Blazing Knight Commander suddenly asked this bizarre question.
"Huh?"
"What would I be carrying that crappy lance around for?"
Arthur looked puzzled as he responded, thinking about how his Soul Lance was currently hanging back at his residence, serving the noble duty of drying little socks.
"You didn't bring it?"
Learning that Arthur hadn't brought his Soul Lance, the Blazing Knight Commander's face gradually lit up with excitement.
"Velen already paid me earlier!"
"But guess what, I rejected it. Twice! Twice, Arthur! Do you know what I went through?"
"Arthur, you old bastard, I hate you so much!"
Seeing the Blazing Knight Commander approaching with clenched fists, Arthur had to admit—he was panicking!
"Blazing, c'mon, let's talk about this—damn it, don't hit my brother!"
"I'm not going down without a fight!"
...
"Just now they were perfectly fine!"
"Why are they fighting already?"
