[He keeps looking around the room trying to find the 'source' of this voice. Dammit, he can't sense anything. This is bullshit... At least that's how it feels with his frustration, right now.

He's normally calm, but this... person... is just saying the right things to really upset him.]

Luck? What kind of bullshit is that? Tell me what my role is and maybe we can start talking.

[He's definitely smiling, as he goes back to the weapon room to seek out a pair of dual swords. He's not going into this unarmed.]

It can't be worse than what I've done back home.