She reacts instantly to your glum dismissal of her words, like a cat offered a mortal insult, arched back and furious pride.

"My name is Piripiri of House Seumul, I was trained by the masters of the Hundred Room School, and I lost the first thirty seven duels I fought. How-" [i]whap[/i] "dare-" [i]whap[/i] "you-" [i]whap[/i] "besmirch my honor by implying i would cheapen yours. When I say that you, Han of the Highlands, have fought well, with a noble purpose and pride in your heart, cleverly and courageously, I mean every word!" 

She brandishes the umbrella at you again, but does not strike this time. Instead, she leans on it, hands folded over like a cane, an unconscious imitation of her tutor. 

"You fought selflessly for the defense of others and your homeland. You fought with righteous fury and joy in your heart. You fought with tenacity and creativity! You losing due to a lack of knowledge and skill, teachable things, does not erase these virtues."

A long pause, peering at you from behind that mask, making sure the words have sunk in.

"It was a deed worthy of song and story."