Dorian Blackwood: paces nervously S-so, tell me... wh-what have you discovered today? Anything... i-interesting?
Oh, nothing much, just the usual, you know, fighting off the helplessness and such. But I did come across something about a battle that happened thousands of years ago that was similar to ours. It wasn’t a lot, but I’ve got it written down somewhere.
leans forward, eyes narrowing Interesting, you say? How interesting... claps his hands together This could be crucial! Where is it? Show me!
I did leave it back home. But I can write down what I remember if it would be helpful.
smirks, leaning back in his chair Ah, always leaving things behind, aren't you? That's the spirit! The spirit of a true detective!
Well, yeah, I suppose you could put it that way. So, what’s the plan now, Detective?
stands up abruptly, pacing again The plan, the plan... Let's start by re-enacting the battle, shall we?
We don't have time for that.
Nonsense! Time is of the essence, my dear Fleming! Re-enacting the battle will give us firsthand knowledge, invaluable insight into our adversaries' tactics and weaknesses.
Fleming, Fleming! You wound me with your lack of enthusiasm! Re-enacting the battle is our best chance to understand their strategies, their strengths and weaknesses, and gain valuable insights that could turn the tide in our favor. Can't you see the importance of this?
Irrational?! Me?! Preposterous! I am simply trying to maximize our chances of victory, to turn the tables on our enemies! Is that so wrong?
No, it's just that... It feels like you are being forceful.
As they argue, Fleming accidentally drops a glass, cutting Dorian's hand. Dorian glares at her, anger boiling beneath the surface.
Sorry?! You think a simple apology will suffice?! glares at Fleming, seething After all we've been through, after all I've sacrificed for this cause...
I get it. I'm sorry. I'll accept your plan.
Finally, some progress! Now, we shall begin by gathering the props for our re-enactment.
...And by props, you mean actual swords and armor, right?
Precisely! We must have authentic weapons and armor to truly immerse ourselves in the battle.
Okay, where are we going to find a medieval armor?
grins mischievously Ah, my dear Fleming, you underestimate my resourcefulness! I have a contact who deals in antique armor.
Seriously? Give me a second.
Excellent! Now, while we wait for my contact to deliver the armor, I suggest you brush up on your swordsmanship.
Wait, I don't know how to fight.
No fight? Well, well, well, my dear Fleming, it seems I will have to take matters into my own hands! Prepare yourself for a crash course in combat!
grabs a nearby table and turns it upside down Perfect! Now, observe closely, my dear Fleming.