"So long ago, in fading dreams
Sometimes fancy it all seems
But by this sword, tis all true!
Laugh? This old blade will answer you!" Pride
"My old tired eyes no longer shine
My hands are weak; far too much wine
And little weapon work yet I fight" He mimes chomping his teeth, sharp despite his years
"Old wolves can still, defiant, bite"
Zane smirks from his reading space.
Which gives the skald an opening for the next lines, "And talk your talk not so loud
Foolish, blind, young and proud
Or I'll rise yet, and we shall see
If you'll ever live as long ... as me!" And he hurls a cushion at the still smirking Zane, scoring a good hit