"There is a lot of swordfights," he confirmed with a rakish grin. There was no doubting, from his tone or his expression, that he was in fact very fond of swordfights. "And we meet our fair share of damsels, and of people in distress. Sometimes the two intersect. What kind of races?" he had to ask. Climbing mountains didn't exactly sound very fun, not in and of itself, but a good old race he could always get behind, if he found the right mount, and there was one horse in the stables he favoured.