Zame's words had Shang-qing making his squeaky, wheezy little laugh again as he smiled at the young warrior. "Exactly, my friend, exactly. For example, saying things without thinking about them first is a bad idea, or at least a dumb one!" the god mocked with another wheezing laugh, kicking his heel against the water and splashing it far enough to nearly hit the shoes of the mortal fighters. "But anyway, Giselle, if you don't easily trust the choices I make, maybe you shouldn't be here taking advantage of my free food and board," he said to the half-drow, smiling widely and cocking up one bushy eyebrow. He was a peculiar one, this deity, in that he hadn't seemed to have had a serious thought since he brought himself into this debate, nor had he really said who he thought was in the right and who was in the wrong when it came to the question of why people should be fighting. Maybe that was his whole point, though; why should any one man hold another up to his own standards, when those standards only apply to himself?<br/><br/>"If your reasons for fighting are so valid, though, maybe you should demonstrate how much stronger you are than our friends here. That should make for a show, hm?"