[ Rupert laughs brightly. ]

Oh, my dear Crane, you know firsthand that I'm the last person to shy away from a good fight...

[ Considering how he hounds Roland for duels on a daily basis. He navigates them both through the crowd until they hit the makeshift bar: a table scattered with a myriad of donated bottles and disposable cups. ]

Pick your poison, my friend. Then tell me everything.