Jsaok! I have accepted your challenge on the assumption that you are, indeed, a noble adversary in a battlefield primarily consisting of vagrants and uncouth scoundrels. However, as I'm sure you realize, this means that I will not hesitate to give my life for the sake of defeating you, as I would like nothing more than to die in a joust against the very embodiment of amore and veritas itself. I will enhance my largesse and renown by any means necessary.
I have no choice but to unsheathe Shimtup, the legendary blade that has been passed down throughout the generations to only the most exemplary warriors. It would be a disgrace to my father, the great Aldos, if I did not.
To Tobes: I am not privy to what injury or illness ails you, but I hope you will ride again, as all good knights should.