"Who else could it be?! Bandit attacks are increasing along our border with Pitax, and the bards spouting nega

"Who else could it be?! Bandit attacks are increasing along our border with Pitax, and the bards spouting negative propaganda against you are singing the praises of Irovetti at the same time! Hell, he even invited you to the Rushlight tournament for the sole purpose of mocking you! Who else would backstab their opponents in such a low, conniving way? This is just like him! That nasty, slimy, fatheaded prick! If he were here right now..." Linzi clutches the air, as though gripping the throat of an invisible enemy.