[Confidently Arrogant]  {context: The Knight first meets Tiso at the edge of the town of Dirtmouth (which he refers to as a "decaying burrow")}

Pale thing. You wear that nail with ease. If you're in search of combat, you'll find no great warriors in this decaying burrow.  I've heard an arena exists somewhere below. One built for our like. Meet me there and we'll test what skills you possess. I'll be heading down soon. Come and find me if you dare.

[Irritated and Arrogant]  {context: The Knight comes across Tiso looking across the Blue Lank}

Garrgh. What a calm place. It's action I want, vicious and deadly battle. This serenity is a bore.

So peaceful. So dull.

[Confidently Arrogant]  {context: The Knight finds Tiso sitting at a bench in the resting barracks of the Colosseum of Fools}

Pale one. You found it too then, this perfect place. I'll soon be entering the battle. Just taking a moment to rest first. Though few could truly challenge me, I'm hoping this arena presents the sort of brutal challenge I'm after.