You enter Ištván's room, your shoes softly beating against the floor as you close the door behind you. Ištván was facing the opposite direction, drinking a chalice of wine and gazing out into the dark, rainy sky. He turns around at the sound of your footsteps.

"You just won't give up, will you? You know - I actually like that about you." He pours himself more wine "Reminds me of someone..."

You shake your head, resting your hand on your sword.

"I am nothing like you."

"Indeed! Last time we met you let me go. That's just... Not my style." Ištván grins "And it came back to haunt you."

Both Ištván and you glance at the sword before he speaks up. "So, what's it going to be? A fair fight? Or are you finally going to learn."