"Would it surprise you to hear that would make me less likely to start a fight?" Dorian laughs again, a little self-deprecatingly. "Ah, I'm getting old. Doubtless Felix would be cackling at me for becoming so reasonable with age.
"It would be like if you arrived fully kitted, armed with your favorite battleaxe, and started picking fights with anyone who managed to breathe offensively in your general direction. Meanwhile, your opponent is armed with only a rusted pitchfork missing half a handle. There's no way for you to come out of that fight favorably. Best case scenario, you're no better than a cackling villain, liable to snatch sweets from blubbering babies. Worst case scenario, you're trounced by a plebeian.
"No, the good jewelry is reserved for the special types of assholes. The ones that, say, claim to have entered the Golden City and wish to rip open the Fade to instate themselves as a new god."
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"It would be like if you arrived fully kitted, armed with your favorite battleaxe, and started picking fights with anyone who managed to breathe offensively in your general direction. Meanwhile, your opponent is armed with only a rusted pitchfork missing half a handle. There's no way for you to come out of that fight favorably. Best case scenario, you're no better than a cackling villain, liable to snatch sweets from blubbering babies. Worst case scenario, you're trounced by a plebeian.
"No, the good jewelry is reserved for the special types of assholes. The ones that, say, claim to have entered the Golden City and wish to rip open the Fade to instate themselves as a new god."