[Well, it was half a joke, but gods, he does miss watching those sorts of spectacles. Not that he'd have much coin to spend on them now. Unfortunately, she has a very fair point.]

This place could certainly use some sort of... of coliseum, maybe.

[She's being sensible about the sword-waving, at least. He hikes his lute onto his back, strap comfortably across his shoulder, as they make their way... well, somewhere. There's bound to be a quiet place in a pocket somewhere.]

Ah! A jobless enchantress, is she? [He snorts.] Are you one of those oddjobs sorts? No doubt you could help a few townspeople carry their goods across town.

[You know, with that whole. Physique.] I'm not judging, of course, but has she no... abilities?

[Since it felt like everyone he met in Thorne certainly had theirs.]