"Nothing burns," said Robena habitually. A Roman saying, all's well. 

But then she glances aside at Constance. Ah, well then. Already the habitual taciturn silence had crept back into her, letting herself fall into a guarded silence not seconds after she was invoked to share her knowledge. It seemed religion dictated that she spit out a few more words even against her nature.

"A cursed knight fought at the tournament, though, and was defeated," she added, using the most passive voice she could in a vain attempt at modesty. "I was curious as to what would inflict such a beguilement."

[I invoke my right to be known by reputation, and hit a 9. They know to be impressed by me, though I have no control over the specifics.]