"You mean I don't look like a teenager." Wriothesley looks slightly amused. He never bothers to shift into something more mature-looking when he's playing the Harbinger - it helps keep some separation between his roles, and encourages people to underestimate him, which he enjoys. "But I'll take that as a compliment, I suppose."

He strokes his chin, considering it, then shrugs. "Fine. And if you want to fight in the Pankration during your off-hours, I won't stop you - just don't kill anyone. A few more broken bones will help keep Sigewinne busy."