Rivers found many mortal diversions fascinating, not least of which was dueling. There was the Howff's version of it, certainly. Chaotic affairs borne from passions and pride to delight onlookers.
Tianlong had found a way to regiment this into something formal and, apparently, stately. Ever did nations seek to justify their base instincts as the precipice of enlightenment! After sizing up a few of the brutes who'd submitted themselves for the honour, Rivers had decided he misliked his odds without magic to beckon, and settled in from a higher vantage to watch the matches proceed.
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