"A wife?"  The Baron laughs, though there is a hint of scoffing to his voice.  "In the many,<em>many</em>years of this Trial, I have yet to find a single soul worthy of being named Champion.  And you think you are worthy of being my<em>wife?</em>You must walk before you can run, my dear witch."  The Baron grins and snaps his fingers, disappearing in a puff of blue smoke.