The wizened old woman leaned heavily on her oak staff, following the events unfurling with keen eyes, seemingly taking in everything and a bit more.
Seems we have some people thirsty for blood among us, oh yes oh yes! Wonder why, in a friendly competition like this?
She laughs loudly at her own brilliant joke, bumping the butt of the staff against the ground in the process.
Want me to lead our team, is that so? I will be dee-lighted, yes I would. Lady Luck will luck out yet again, yes she will! But then you need to listen to me, yes you will. Haha, yes you will, and I'm sure you won't like it, they never do those young boys. NO FIGHTING, you hear that, NO FIGHTING! Haha, like you would ever listen to that.
But you there, Sacred Fist, you really should stay your head a bit, I'm sure your day will come. In a rush to meet your maker? Pah, young fools...