"Yah, yah, yah. We're wasting time. Look, now is our chance to get in some glory early on, leave the others on the defensive. Let's get to the bashing of baddies and the looting of random boxes while everybody else is arguing who gets top bunk. Let's go! I don't give a darn where I sleep, heck, half of the time I sleep in my plate armour on the ground. And who needs to remember names and ranks, they should know US and come to US if we do it right. Face it, we will never turn anybody's heads here, only our reputations will, because people suck. I suck, you suck, Durun sucks, but reputations? Well people idealize those and since those same people suck, they don't realize they are totally wrong. But who cares, so long as it gets us more opportunity for knighty stuff and get gold and crap like that." Chance reasoned, pointing to the drawbridge and portcullis to drive his point home as if riding their steeds through the arches and to adventure. "Besides, I need a dragon to ride and they don't tame themselves."

He shifted his pack a moment, some of his health potions clanked as he did so. Was he impatient? No not really, this was the opportunity, the time to strike as an opponent wasn't ready, and currently every knight out side of the group, every city guard, every king, every public speaker, and every peasant was an opponent. They were obstructions to real threats, real glory. They were a waste of skin keeping the group of adventures from combat and victory over conveniently slightly less powerful badguys. Most of their monologues could be paged through without even reading them. "Bla bla bla, location" "Bla bla bla, missing item or primary objective" "Bla bla bla, reward." Done!